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Sleeping Beauty

By: kandie



I woke to the first rays of sunlight caressing my face. I yawned and stretched then began to rub the sleep from my eyes. I felt a cool brush of air against my skin and reached to pull up the covers. All I found was my own body. To my surprise, I was naked and the covers were on the floor at the foot of the bed. I thought for a moment to myself--dam--what happened. The sweet-smelling scent of a rose lingered in the air. My eyes widened with delight as I remembered last night's dream. I lied back on my pillow and let my mind play every delightful moment again.

In my dream, I'm in a strange room lying on a queen size bed, wearing my favorite short sheer lavender nightie. I am glancing over the note I'd received from my secret lover; "Meet me at, the plaza, at 9pm for a night of sheer pleasure, signed your secret lover." I lied there wondering what was going to happen and drifted off to sleep. I did not hear my secret lover entering the room.

He quietly walked over and stood near the bed with his eyes transfixed on my body. He licks his lips and whispers, “Oh God, she’s beautiful.” His pupils enlarge and his cock hardens. 

He reaches out to awaken me, but hesitates for a moment, then decides to have a little fun first. He stifles a laugh and whispers, “After all, we have all night to make love.” His eyes start at my feet and follow my legs upward. My legs were slightly spread and he could see the glistening hairs of my pussy. He uttered softly, “Oh--baby!” He strips and crawls into the bed next to me. 

He softly runs his tongue across my lips. Then he kisses each cheek and the tip of my chin, working his way down my torso with butterfly kisses. He caresses my breast with his wet lips, kissing until his lips enclose around my nipple. He sucks it then flicks it with his tongue, feeling it harden-—first one and then the other one.

He stops for a second. He is sure the sound of his heavy breathing will awaken me. Looking up to see that I hadn’t stirred, he continues lapping his way down until his tongue entangles in my pussy hairs. His nostrils flare wide as he takes in my exhilarating aroma. His fingers slowly open my labia and he slides his tongue over every inch of my pussy, finding it drenched with anticipation. “Oooh Kandie you are so delicious,” he utters. 

When he takes my clit into his mouth I feel his tongue working its magic on me. I moan out loud and push my pussy further into his face. He looks up at me. I am alert and grinning. I wink at him and say, “Oh baby, I love what your tongue is doing to me. Oh please don’t stop! It feels so good. You sure know how to get a woman’s full attention.” 

He feels my body quiver and breathing increase and knows I will soon climax. “Oh Darling, I want to rub my cock against your clit and tease it till I feel you begin to shake then shove it deep into your pussy,” he says. He moves up and takes his cock in his hand, places the tip against my clit and begins rubbing it in circles. He slides it toward my vagina; encircles my hole, teases it in and out then back up to my clit, over and over making me buck my hips wildly.

I start to shake with desire and exclaim, “OOOOH sweetheart--I want you! I need to feel your cock deep within me--oh god--fuck me!” Every part of my being craves his touch. I pull his face close to mine, our lips meet and my tongue dances with his. He shoves his throbbing cock hard into my wanting pussy. I tremble from head to toe on the threshold of an earth-shattering climax. 

He feels the walls of my vagina begin to milk his cock, and thrusts his cock deeper into me. He kisses me hard-the electrical jolt went straight from his lips to the center of my womanhood. 

I wrap my legs around him as he stretches my pussy to the limits. I tremble and scream, “Oh lover, I am cumming!” 

He plunges his cock deeper and says, “Oh Kandie--my lover--my baby--I am going to filling your pussy with my sweet cum!” His body goes rigid, he feels his cock stiffen, he exclaimed, “Oh god I am there!” 

I feel his cum explode against every crevice of my vagina. Then I say, "Oh sweetheart, let me taste you!” 

He eagerly brings his cock to my mouth. I place my lips around it and taste our sweet cum, and he almost loses his breath. The aromatic smell excites me more and I shudder and say, “We taste so fucking good! Oh dear--ooooh honey--I am cumming again!” 

After the waves of passion cease we lay there in each other’s arms, snuggling, kissing and caressing. I look up into his adorable face and whisper, “I love you. Oh darling I wish this night would never end.” 

He then takes my face in his hands, kisses me, and says, “One night with you my love will last me a lifetime. Sleep for awhile in my arms, my sleeping beauty, as this night belongs to us.” 

I nod as our lips meet and we were again lost in our passion. I rest my head against his chest and fall asleep in my lover’s arms. 

I woke up alone and no one was in the bed with their arms around me. I closed my eyes and cried, “Oh my secret lover, I wish you were really lying next to me holding me tight!” As I glanced around the room my eyes fell on the beautiful pink rose with a note lying on the pillow next to me. The note read; “Till we me again--Sleeping Beauty--I love you, signed, your secret lover."

I nestled my head in the pillow, breathing in the scent of my lover. And what happened after that is a mystery, because I woke up.

Sleeping Beauty



Once upon a time there was a King and Queen that ruled a Kingdom. They had a beautiful daughter appropriately named Beauty. The subjects in the kingdom were well treated, and generally happy. They had sex, made babies, got along with each other, and raised happy families.

There was only one hard and fast rule. Ever since the king had accidentally seen his wife relieving herself, he had decreed that there was to be no kissing below the waist. This did not bother most of the subjects--who would want to kiss down there?-- so most of them were happy.

When Beauty was born, a wicked queen had put a curse on her: When she was 16, she would go into a deep sleep and would not wake up. This greatly distressed the King and Queen, for they loved their dayghter dearly, and did not wish to see her come to any harm. They searched for a way to outwit the curse, but were unable to do so.

On the evening of Beauty's 16th birthday, Beauty's fairy godmother paid her a visit. She said, "My dear, it is about time I told you something." She explained about the curse. "But how will I know when it will start?" Beauty asked. "You don't," her fairy godmother replied. "But I have a remedy for when it happens..." She explained her remedy to Beauty, whose eyes twinkled with anticipation. "It might almost be worth it!" The fairy godmother smiled.

Beauty's birthday party was a resounding success. Beauty danced with the prince of the next kingdom over, who was the son of her father's dearest friend. The prince, whose name was Alex, seemed to hold Beauty much closer that convention required. He seemed to purposely let his body brush up against hers, let himself grind against her, his thumbs brush against her nipples. "Ah Beauty, what I would love to do to you!"

"Tell me."

"First I'd make you take off this dress. Beautiful as it is, it doesn't compare to you. Then I'd take your undercloths off, so that you'd be as naked as the day you were born. I'd kiss your lips, your breasts, everywhere I could think of. Then I'd reach my hand between your legs and..."

"Stop! Please! We can't--" Besides, Beauty's stomach was doing strange things, and there was a wet heat between her legs. It was like nothing she'd felt before. Her womanhood seemed to be waiting for something, but for what?

"I know," he said, regretfully. "I've got to go to war tomorrow. But you did ask."

"Yes."

Alone in her bedchamber a few hours later, Beauty looked at herself in the looking glass. Her pert nipples stood up, and she wished they were big eonugh so that she could kiss and lick them herself. She tohought about the prince, how he had made her feel. She licked a finger and started trailing it down her belly, toward her patch of pubic hair. She got down onto all fours in front of the mirror and looked behind her. Her pussy was wet. Then she turned over and spread her legs in front of the mirror. Even better. She was glistening wet. She reached her hand between her legs and started stroking, playing with herself. She kneaded her clitoris between her thumb and forefinger. She stuck a finger inside her, then two, then three. All off a sudden, there was a rush of wetness. Beauty arched her back, shoved her fingers even deeper inside her and cried out. Then everything went black.

Watching all this from behind a curtain was the fairy godmother. She nodded. It was time to tell the king and queen.

The king and queen were beside themselves. A reward was promised to whomever could make Beauty wake up. In addition, if a young man, he was promised Beauty's hand in marriage.

Performers came in. Comics. Jugglers. Witches. Sorcerers. Young men. Anything and everything was tried. Two years passed. Beauty grew even more lovely. The king and queen despaired of her waking up.

Finally, Alex came back from a successful campaign. As soon as he heard what happened. He rushed to the king and queen. "I just heard, only now got back. Please, I would like to try to wake Beauty."

"We'd be delighted for you to try," the queen said.

"I would like two things from you," Alex said.

"Name them," said the king.

"I would like for you to tell me what has been done to try to wake Beauty, and I would like your assurance that I can do whatever I like to wake her. And I'd like that in writing."

"Done. Now Let us tell you everything." 

For the next several hours, Alex was held spellbound as the king and queen told him of the attempts. He asked a few pointed questions, and nodded, seeming satisfied with the answers. The king brought his assurance.

Prince Alex was escorted to Beauty's bedchamber.  The king and queen went to a small secret room where they could watch without being seen. Alex caught his breath at the sight of her, still lovely as ever, even in sleep. He undressed her. Kissed both eyes, her lips, her neck. His mouth traveled down to her breasts. He took one in his mouth, then the other. He sucked, licked, nipped lightly. The nipples got hard. His hand had slipped down between her legs. He knew she was aroused; she was wet. He slipped a finger inside, and toyed with her clitoris. His mouth worked his way lower and lower.

***

"What is he--?" The king started. His wife interrupted.

"Quiet. Look!"

The king and queen watched in amazment. Beauty started to move. Indeed, it seemed that the closer Alex's lips got to her center, the more she moved.

***

Alex felt her move beneath him. Only slightly, but she moved. His lips and tongue found her pubic hair. He kissed, and then lightly nipped the inside of her thighs. He licked where he nipped, and gradually licked his way into her pussy. He licked her slit, up and down. Stuck a finger inside. Sucked on her clit. She was getting wetter and wetter, and started moving even more, shoving her pussy into his face. He stuck his tongue inside her, moved it back and forth. She moaned, arched her back, and came in a great rush of juices. He sucked and sucked until she stopped her spasms.

Beauty's eyelids fluttered open. "Alex?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

"You told me one time what you wanted to do to me. I remembered. And I felt everything. It was wonderful! But please, would you do one more thing?"

"What's that?"

"I want to feel you inside me. I want you to shove your hard cock into my hot wet pussy."

"With pleasure!" His cock strained to be let free. Beauty's eyes got big when she saw it.

"Oh, my!"

Alex place the head near her opening, and slipped partway in. Felt the barrier. "This might hurt for just a second."

"Alex! I want all of you." Beauty shoved herself up onto him and felt the pop. There was a flash of pain, then Alex began moving rhythmically in and out. "Oh, Alex, you feel so good! So big inside me. Do it harder!" 

Alex jammed himself into her. Leaned down to kiss her. She thrust her hips up to meet him, and he felt her getting hotter and hotter, ready to explode. Her pussy began to spasm, squeezing his cock, and he shot his load into her. Both of them cried out and came together.

And the king and queen entered the room applauding...

To be continued...



Sleeping Beauty



My husband had just phoned from work to say that he would not be home until around 10pm. I told him I would try and wait up for him but if I was asleep, to please wake me 

up. I told him I had wicked plans for him tonight no matter what time he got home. He laughed and said, “Thanks for giving me something to keep my mind off of my work!!” 

“My pleasure!” I purred.

Knowing that I had some time to spare I decided to pamper myself in preparation for our steamy night ahead. I ran myself a hot bath with some musk scented oil and lit some candles. I turned on some soft music and slipped into the tub. The warm water felt wonderful on my skin and the bubbles tickled in all of the right places. 

I lay there for a few minutes, just relaxing and then I began to lightly wash myself with a soft sea sponge. I poured some scented body wash on it and went to work. I ran it softly down my arms and down each hand. Then, I went across my neck and shoulders and down my upper chest. By now I was getting aroused and began to move the sponge lightly over my breasts, first the left, then the right, barely touching them. The feeling was exquisite. My nipples were hard and aching to be touched. I put down the sponge and gave them the attention they so desperately needed.

I massaged them with my hands and squeezed my nipples hard between my fingers. I kept this up until I was so hot I had to cum. I took the sponge and ran it down my stomach, then down my thighs and back up again. Slowly, I began to rub the sponge between my legs while my other hand pulled and twisted my nipples. I started soft at first and as my desire to cum grew my rubbing got more intense, almost frantic. The closer I got to my orgasm, the more my hips bucked up to meet the sponge. Harder and harder I rubbed the sponge against my pussy, splashing water out of the bathtub. And then it hit me, my body tensed and an intense glowing enveloped me from head to toe. I melted back into the bathwater, which had grown almost cold by now. I gathered my strength and let the water out as I gingerly stepped onto the soft floor mat. 

I quickly dried myself off and applied lotion all over. I took my husband’s favorite perfume and dabbed it in all of his favorite spots. I strolled into the bedroom and put on his favorite teddy. It was black and made of Chantilly lace, (whatever that is). It had thin silk straps and a low cut bodice that reached down to just above my nipples. It had three little snaps in the crotch and it fit tightly against my body. 

I went around the room and lit some candles to set the mood. I wanted everything to be perfect. I opened the wine that had been chilling by the bed and poured myself a glass. The cool, fruity liquid felt wonderful as I drank it slowly. I decided to play a little trick on my husband. It was almost ten o’clock and he would be home any minute. I didn’t have much time. I put my now empty glass on the nightstand and lay down on my back on our still made bed. I wanted to see what he would do when he came home and found me, supposedly asleep, on the bed in his favorite teddy. I couldn’t wait.

Finally, after about 15 minutes, I heard his key in the door. Just the sound gave me the shivers. I heard him putting his things away and quietly enter the bedroom. He must have stood there just looking around for a minute because it was totally silent. He then came over to the bed and gently sat down next to me. He brushed the hair from my face and ran his finger along my bottom lip. I almost lost it. He softly called my name and when I didn’t respond he slowly got up. I could hear him undressing and anxiously wondered what he would do next. 

He lay down on the bed next to me and ran his fingers lightly up and down my arm. I could feel my nipples harden against the tight lace of my teddy. He must have noticed too because his breathing became a little faster. All of a sudden his finger was softly touching my left nipple through the lace. Then he went to the other one. I could feel my juices begin to flow. Assuming that I was still sound asleep he bent down and with the tip of his tongue flicked my rock hard nipples. He did this a few times and then he started suckling them in his hot mouth right though the lace. God! Did he have any idea how incredible that felt? 

After several minutes he slowly pulled the teddy down exposing my ripe buds as they waited to feel his wet tongue. I was not disappointed. He lapped at them as if it were his first taste of titty. I think it turned him on to think that I was totally passed out while he lovingly worshiped my body. Next, he moved down and gently pushed my right leg aside. He took his finger and lightly traced the outline of my pussy. He then bent down and blew hot air on my clit through the lace. I almost came right then. I moved my hips just a little bit. 

He got bolder by putting his finger under the teddy and slowly pulled the lace up between the hot lips of my pussy. He kept pulling until the material was tight against my hole and clit. Shit, I didn’t know how much longer I could stay still! He kept the pressure up as he lowered his head to my waiting pussy lips. With his tongue flat he licked at my cunt like a starving kitten. He nibbled at my clit through the lace and slipped a finger underneath and into my hot little hole. In and out his finger went, driving me mad. I just couldn’t take anymore. So, I opened my eyes and watched him for a moment. 

Then I jumped up, scaring the hell out of him, and pushed him back on the bed. I hurriedly knelt down between his legs and took his beautiful, engorged cock into my hot mouth. Moaning his approval he tangled his fingers in my jet-black hair. I ran my tongue along the length of his prick, up and down. Then I circled the head and sucked on it like a lollipop. The taste of him has always driven me insane with desire. I squeezed his balls and teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, making him buck like a wild bronco. He kept telling how good it felt and how wonderful I was. 

Just as he was on the verge of cumming I stopped. I told him to reach between my legs and unsnap the teddy. But instead of using his hands he used his teeth! He caught a few licks while he was at it. I didn’t mind at all. Then he told me to get on my hands and knees because he was going to give me the fuck of my life. After all that foreplay he better! He slowly pumped the tip of his big cock into my hot and eager cunt. Teasing me by going really slow and then he rammed all eight hard inches into me. I loved that. 

After about five minutes I was begging him to make me cum, to fuck me hard. He happily obliged and began banging away. My ass slapped against him and he swatted me a few times, which sent me over the edge. I screamed that I was cumming and he picked up the pace even more ramming his cock into my pussy. I could feel my pussy juices running down my legs. His body tensed and convulsed and I felt his cock go wild inside me. He came for what seemed like forever and we both collapsed onto the bed. After we caught our breath he leaned over, kissed me and said, “I thought you were asleep.” I just laughed and snuggled up against him and went to sleep, for real this time. 

The End



Sleeping Beauty



I'm here, I thought. About time too. As if I LIKE riding for two days straight. I let my sweating stallion Starlight slow at his own pace as we reach the imposing edifice; finally we walk into its shadow and I dismount.

Castle Vine. Well, is it really? I can't see a castle though, just the vine. I feel the texture of those closest strands of brilliant shiny emerald, idly try to pull a piece of it away – eager to begin – but it resists. I look more closely, first in awe, then in annoyance! What is this place?

Ignoring my petty worries, Starlight ambles forward a pace and stretches down to nibble some sweet grass he has smelt. It has been a hard ride; the horse is glad of the break.

I suppose inevitably, I've forgotten about the charger. I haven't got a great reputation for looking after animals. Now this; a minute from the end of this Quest and I find that I've been had – or have I?

Yes, by all the fairy godmothers that ever lived! I've been misled! I know it's just testy petulance as I throw my riding gloves at the feet of the hedge – but I don't care. 

What a laughing stock I'll be – and banished! This surely should have been classed as a Crusade – and for one of those I need armies, heroes; dragons even! I'm simply not equipped!

Should I be unsuccessful here, there's many who would recall my acceptance day only too well, I fear...

***

"YOU want to do this?" Stunned, The King's eyebrows disappeared into his hair line as the last of his sons to turn 21 bowed slightly to indicate his acceptance of the terms. 

"Any Prince who comes of age can try this Quest, but only once." The young man quoted from the lines inscribed on the Kingdom Legends board. "Today I come of age, and I'm accepting." He didn't tell of his princessly visions – why would he – who would have believed?

His father had risen abruptly from the caved oak chair and come to look closely at his youngest prince, who was defiantly holding the monarch's gaze with his clear blue eyes. The youth had dreamed about, talked about, gossiped about – even been teased about – the legend of Castle Vine, and now it would be his Quest, and his alone. He wouldn't fail – the instructions were easy!

Even though a generation had passed since the last unworthy one had ridden home disgraced, Ambrosias wasn't fazed. He knew that the castle was hidden from casual eyes by a magic encirclement; that once within this he would by legend find a vine covered building of immense proportion – wild imaginings told of turrets high and battlements broad, but he was sure the castle wouldn't prove to be any larger than the one he'd grown up in. A farmer's son might be given pause perhaps, but this was a Quest for a Prince!

Then, he knew he'd have to strip back vines from the door, stride within, and find – a princess! His eyes had shone, his mouth had watered at the vision – once kissed, she would awake from some enchanted sleep, and then he'd get a kingdom! Her as well.

The stuff of legends – well, yes. This one's terms were known quite well; carved deep in a board that had been dustily hanging in the hall since no-one knew when.

"Probably 'bout a hundred years," seemed to be opinion, but who would know? 

As Ambrosias stood before his father, accepting the Quest; with a kingdom and a princess on offer - would he have given any thought to the merest chance of failure?

"Banishment," the King reminded him. "Come home without her and set foot not here again. The magic will kill you if you return – it won't be me.

'Are you very sure? Well then, I will instruct the magician to lift the encirclement, and you may have your chance." 

The optimism of youth, or a youngest son's thirst for something extraordinary to set him highest amongst his peers? Whatever it was, he'd accepted with ringing tone.

***

"Stupid lad, you are just a dick - you are as thick as that same oak that made old father's throne! All this for a dream? No wonder no-one else in living memory has tried!" I cursed my naivety and then remembered that within these walls was a princess – how could I have forgotten that?

Silky arms, sleek sexy clothing - but a hundred years? She'll be a pile of dust! I kicked at the dust in the road in memory as I went back towards the imposing leafy wall. 

No, the magician had responded in solemnity. Within, time is stilled – if you are the chosen, if you are the one; worlds will shake and turn – such is writ. It's an old spell, Prince. They last for ever – and this one will outlast you, should you fail. You must pull away the vine and enter in. Then you will find your prize.

"Pull away the vine?" I giggled at my plight – why doesn't that Princess come to the window now – we could share some mirth at this impossible Quest. If it comes to that, magician; why don't you get down here and have a crack yourself?

And what dammed window? I put off my helplessness and applied myself to the problem - I would not fail!

I surveyed the task. No vines gently mottled this grey stone, because there was no stone! Indeed, for all I knew; no castle or princess either was within! Before me was a hedge of five – no, six times my height. The tentacles and trunks were thickly wound, thorned, prickled, entangled solidly; impassably. The depth of it I could not see; impenetrable, it seemed to me.

I had one item; I carried a sword. I'd taken it casually off the magician at his bidding. A sword? "Why, who's to kill?" I'd asked.

"Maybe no one," he'd replied. "But this goes with the Quest – it may well help."

Help? I hope it has an everlasting edge! There's more to cut here than I have ever seen. I paused a moment, then it was time to hack vine.

The scabbard, buckled around my waist, was of elegant ancient worked design and I was intrigued by the rune writing inscribed on its length. I hadn't yet looked at the naked weapon though – swords just weren't my thing. I preferred the cock fighting pit, if truth be known... 

I drew it – it flashed in the sun, and in a heartbeat it happened:

Noise, such noise – I dropped the steel and blocked my ears. A rushing wind from nowhere eddied around and spun me. Disorientated, blinded, I fell to the ground. My clothing was pulled and jerked by this impossible storm – from where? I cannot tell you how long I lay, scared to take my hands away. I dared not try to rise – but eventually I did, and I opened my eyes. Yes, I looked up from my undignified position – and sat suddenly in unbelieving amazement. The castle! Where...what happened to the hedge, the vine? 

Lifting like ethereal magic mist – for of such making it must have been, the tendrils were see-through now, and as I watched they faded into nothingness. Beyond, a castle of elegant proportions awaited my advance. The towers and splendid battlements were like those of the legend.

Hardly surprising, really.

I dusted off my pants; let me see, was I a worthy one? Yes, great Knight! I'd won, I'd won! I picked up and sheathed the sword. Now to the lass!

Humble? That and more... I marched in triumph to the door.

Inside, it was cool; not dusty, just quiet. Time was stilled, I recalled. Two at a time I took the steps – upstairs seem a likely bet. I searched. My boots echoed through the empty passages and eagerly I climbed stair after stair.

It was a very big castle. 

Where by the wizard was she? She better not be in the basement - no; surely they wouldn't keep a princess there...

I looked from the room I was in, out over the courtyard through a slender window. I took a breath. The breeze was cool on my face – I wanted some water, but the damn well was a long way down. 

Then all at once, her image was back.

Ever since I'd decided on this Quest, I'd had the sight of a sleeping girl in my mind – not every day, but when she was there, clear and beautiful in white, I'd wanted her for mine. Now as her presence filled my thoughts, I knew I had to find her!

There was one last door in this turret; I was right at the top. My tired legs buoyed now by disquieting thoughts, I wrested its iron latch.

Princess!

Indeed I had found her, white, in slumber. As I moved to the bedside, I gasped in wonder. Her beauty had been foretold right; she was a truly amazing heart-stopping sight. Her dark hair framed her creamy skin; this was certainly the room to be found within!

Making up rhyme? Of course. Didn't all princes study the sonnet? I looked at her, words drying up within me. Her lips were soft and of exquisite... Her eyelashes... wow!

In my riding pants there was not much room; and by the second it seemed that there was becoming less of it...and less – oh, man! I licked my lips and bent, and I kissed her.

Her eyes were green.

She didn't seem startled. She smiled. I had taken her hand; its fine fingers delicate and light.

"I've been dreaming," she said. 

I just nodded. Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe? I swallowed nervously.

"So." She traced my face with that same hand I'd held. "You've come a long way, Prince. Why don't you lie with me, I've been waiting a while."

Of course, I thickly thought, a hundred years – but what...?

Her smile was entrancing; her words no less. I let the whole scabbard thing go with a clatter; kicked my boots quickly away; what heaven's place was this?

Her lips were searching for me; her smooth mouth's touch raised all my hair at once! Our tongues tingled together, and that was like another rushing wind. 

What about my hardness, would she notice? "You've got a problem." Her other hand seemed like a snake; it wriggled and fondled and found me awake... far too awake. 

"Princess..."

She pushed me up with a fingertip. She pulled the white material over her head in a smooth quick rush, and then naked she was wrestling with my belt! She felt my length and massaged it; nimbly she caressed my manhood and urged my involuntary response. My moisture bubbled out and coated her palm with slimy slickness.

"Princess!"

"What's wrong?" Clearly, nothing was for her; I hadn't read this though, on the old carved board! What was next – I didn't know this score. Wasn't there first a wedding bell, a coach and four, a feast, no less?

"Relax, Ambrosias, I knew it would be you." Her green eyes glinted wickedly. Mmm... what a lovely chest you have, I like a muscled prince!"

I couldn't speak, she had me in a grip; now those feet I'd so admired were pushing my pants off all the way!

"So big!" Her exclamation was of glee; I knew she liked it; she tugged it and flicked it. 

Cat-like she moved; her tongue was doing things I'd never thought of; sucked it and licked it...

Right then! No going backward now, I would be the one.

I gripped her milk white breasts, she moaned at me and ministered more; I too began to taste her flesh. Now she sat astride! My end was being shown the route, through red lips, stickiness; I nuzzled in. My God! I was inside – so this is what it's all about - this is what it is!

So fabulous, so cool, I'd scored! I bucked, I fucked... we bounced upon that bed.

Then we rolled, it was me on top, I'd didn't think we'd ever stop. Night and Day, and Sun, and Moon! 

Of course, we did; just like a sneeze, this event is one which has to have an end.

Then I remembered. Whatever was I thinking: not of Honour, Quest, or King!

Hurriedly I climbed off the bed. Damp and dripping; I faced her shining loveliness. I took her hand; got on one knee: 

"Princess, will you marry me?" 



Sleeping Beauty



This story contains group sex and incest, and maybe even what some would consider non-consent sex. But I chose to put it in the First Time Category, and I hope you the reader are not offended.

After I graduated High School I attended our local community college and lived at home while earning an Associate Degree. For the start of my third year I enrolled at Lake Superior State University in Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan and took a room in a house with six other guys. Roy, a guy from Ishpeming, and I lived upstairs over the attached garage. We each had our own small room and we shared a bathroom.

All six of us in the house got along pretty good with each other, except you couldn't leave anything like milk or beer in the community refrigerator and expect it to be there the next day. But everyone respected the space of the other guys, so life was pleasant enough. Roy was the house jock, and he played on the school's hockey team. I don't think he scored a lot of goals for the team, but he sure scored a lot with the girls.

I'll bet that he was bedding at least twenty different girls between the time school started and the long Thanksgiving weekend. Don't get me wrong, Roy wasn't a wham-bam thank you mam kind of guy, he was dating and screwing twenty different women all at the same time. And my guess is that twenty different women were in love with him. Some days he would bring one home in the afternoon and have a different one come over and spend the night. 

About seven O'clock on the night before Thanksgiving he came to my room.

"I've got a little problem and I'm wondering if you can help me out? I've got this new girl I was trying to make out with and she kept pushing me away, so, I did something really stupid... I gave her a happy pill and she passed out on me. She's going to sleep until morning and I promised my mom I'd come home tonight. Would you go over to my place and check up on her every once in awhile? I'm sure she'll be fine, but just to be safe I'd feel better if I knew you would look in on her. OK?"

We went back to his room, and while I was checking her pulse and breathing, he stood by the door.

"Well, I've gotto go, I'll see you next Monday." He said and before I could even look up, he was gone.

The girl was sprawled out on the bed lying on her stomach. She was fully clothed and was wearing jeans and tennis shoes with a sweatshirt and a bright yellow vest jacket. Her hair was light brown with blonde highlights and was fairly long and spread all over the place. I had been checking her pulse at the neck, and she seemed like she was OK. Her breathing was normal, and when I rolled her over on her back she started to snore very quietly.

My plan was very simple and with no ulterior motives. I figured to put her under the covers and let her sleep until she woke up. I also reckoned that she would be more comfortable without her shoes and jacket on.

I untied her shoes and removed her socks and marveled at how sexy her feet looked with the brightly painted toes and the curve of her arch. Her foot was fairly long and very thin. It fit nicely in my hand and felt very smooth to my touch. I couldn't help myself and ran my fingers between her toes and played a little dance with them on her instep. I was a little startled when she attempted to pull her foot away, but I quickly realized that it was just a reflex action. Her ankles were very feminine, and I wanted to see her legs so I un-snapped her jeans and pulled them down and off her legs.

Her legs were gorgeous, but my eyes were diverted to the junction at her thighs where light blue cotton panties were concealing her mons pubis. It was at this point, or maybe even when I unsnapped her pants that I deviated from my very strict moral upbringing. 

My rational for my departure from normal behavior is that I presume this girl is asleep, and won't remember anything by morning. I can do anything I want, and if she does recall what happened, she'll think it was with Roy. Besides, I didn't know that much about female anatomy, and this could be a learning experience for me. I assumed I was the only twenty-year-old virgin at L.S.S.U.

My cock was like a rock just seeing her panties, and in anticipation of getting her nude I got more and more uncomfortable in my own jeans, so I first stripped down to my jockeys. Getting her jacket, sweatshirt and blouse off was easy. Looking at her wearing only blue panties and a black brassiere was very erotic. I damned near ripped her bra trying to get at her tits.

Her rose colored nipples were soft and flat and her breasts were small but firm and stood straight out from her chest. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, and felt it harden a little before I caught myself wanting to rip her panties off. Take your time I kept telling myself. You're in no big hurry, you've got hours and hours to look, feel, smell and savor over every inch of this exquisite piece of female flesh.

I sat back up and slowly pushed her panties down her hips until about an inch of her pubic hair spilled out over the top edge. I leaned over and let my lips and nose brush back and forth over this patch that was normally concealed from strangers. It was soft, yet spongy and individual strands were long and thin and curled like a shepherds crook. As I slowly pushed and pulled on her panties the wedge of hair thicken and disappeared down between her legs. I pulled the panties clear off her feet and held them to my nose marveling at the uniqueness of the female scent.

Pulling my own under shorts off I straddled her hips and leaning forward I ran my fingers and hands over her eyebrows and into her hair around her ears, combing it with my fingers off of her face. Her eyes were closed, but the long lashes curled upward, and she had a sprinkling of light freckles on her high cheekbones. She had a little stub nose and I moved my lips and tongue over her slightly open mouth. Her lips were soft and I wished she were awake to kiss me back as I ran my tongue over her lips and pushed myself through to her teeth.

I ran my lips all over her face and kissed and sucked and lightly bit on her ears and chin and worked myself down to her neck and shoulders. We were laying kiddy corner on the bed and when I lifted her arms up over her head I got the surprise of my life. She had a very narrow strip of sparse hair in her armpits.

Ever since puberty I've been turned on whenever I would get a glimpse of hair in a woman's pits. To me seeing a woman's pit hair was almost the same as seeing her pubes. Now, here naked in bed with me, was a woman that didn't shave under her arms, and I could look and touch to my heart's content. After a few seconds of plucking at the hair with my fingers, I licked her pits with my tongue and pulled on the longish hair with my lips. I was in heaven, and I was leaving a trail of pre-cum all across her belly. 

I went back and worshipped at her breasts and sucked and pulled on her nipples until they became stiff and engorged with blood. I loved the way the buds rocked back against my tongue as I flicked back and forth over the protuberance that was causing my own truncheon to ache for release.

Continuing to suck on her boobs I got my arms under her knees and lifted her legs so that my cock could slide back and forth over her silky pubic hair. Letting my body drop so that my prick was pressed tightly between my stomach and her pubic bone. I shot a load of juice between our bodies that went all the way up to where I was feasting on her tits.

It didn't take me long to recover from my orgasm, and when I did the realization of what had transpired hit home like a ton of bricks. Having sex with someone that doesn't give you her consent is considered RAPE. I had just committed criminal sexual conduct in the fourth degree. I could be sentenced to prison and face twenty-five years of having to register as a sex offender. Boy, was I stupid. I'm especially glad that penetration didn't occur, or I'd really be in big trouble.

I slipped on my shorts and grabbed my clothing and went back to my room. Gathering a washcloth and towel I headed for the kitchen and got a saucepan and went back up and washed the girl off and dried her. The only problem was that when I washed her cunt and pubic hair I started to sport another hard-on, and when I finished up I was as hard as I had been back in the very beginning. 

I got her under the covers and took the washcloth and stuff back to my room and then went back into Roy's room and looked at the sleeping girl. I gathered up all her cloths and folded the jeans with the sweatshirt, bra and panties on top and put them on a folding chair with her shoes and socks underneath. I spotted what I guessed was her backpack and opened it up to see if I could find out something about her.

Her student ID and drivers license told me her name was Samantha Edwards. She was five-ten and weighed one forty. She was twenty years old and lived in Blake Hall and her home was in Royal Oak, Michigan. She was an education major and my guess was that she was probably going to be a teacher. There was also a letter from her mother. Reading the letter informed me that her mother was coming to visit on Thanksgiving Day.

I still had an erection, and Samantha was now lying on her side in the middle of the bed. I knew it wasn't right, but what the hell, 'in for a penny - in for a pound' I dropped my shorts and crawled in behind her. Letting my dick press up against her ass, I draped my arm around her body and played with one of her tits again. Her tit now seemed a lot fuller than when she was on her back. The mass was fuller and I could feel the weight of her boob as it rested in my hand. The nipple was more stiff than spongy as I milked it between my thumb and forefinger.

All the lights in the room were still on and I wanted to look at her ass, so I pushed the covers off of us and rolled her over on to her front.

This girl had one great ass. Samantha's tits maybe weren't the biggest ones in the universe, but she had a world-class ass. Her back narrowed down to a smallish waist and the way her hips flared out and her butt rounded out was sexy as hell. Running my hands over this superb flesh, feeling the muscle tone and smoothness of her silky skin brought me to the edge of sexual pleasure once again. I was turned on to a degree that I never dreamed was possible.

I wanted more so I pushed her knees up and under her body and then spread them wide so she wouldn't tip over and was rewarded with a tremendous view of her wide-open cunt and ass. I pulled her body over to the edge of the bed and kneeled on the floor so I could get a really great look at her round backside. I stuck my nose right up next to her asshole, and pressed my lips and tongue on and in her pussy. Lapping away I could taste the nectar flowing from her cunt and marveled at the way the lips of her pussy folded back so that her love hole was gapping open.

I wanted to fuck Samantha. I needed to fuck her. I wanted to bury my cock so deep in her pussy it would come out her mouth. I tried to rationalize to myself that no one would ever know and that nothing bad would happen if I just put the tip in and felt her juices surround the end of my cock, but I didn't. I let my dick lie flat against her asshole and pushed the cheeks of her butt together and shot another load of my juices across her back and ass.

I have an Associates Degree in Criminal Justice, and I plan on getting a BA and going on to Law School. I know the consequences of deviant behavior. I had crossed that line. But I hadn't really done anything that I really felt guilty about. Maybe a little bit illegal, but not life with out parole guilty. And now that my cock had gone soft, I resolved to straighten up and fly right. I'd clean up my mess and spend the rest of my life as an upstanding and righteous member of society.

I went back to my own room and returned with the saucepan and warm water and cleaned Samantha up once again. I rolled her onto her back and was brushing the hair away from her face when her eyes open and she tried to sit up.

"I'm going to be sick." Was all she managed to blurt out before the contents of her stomach flew from her mouth. I was able to catch some in the pan, but a lot got on the bed and even more was on her chin and chest.

"Let's go to the bathroom." I said as I helped her stand, and with my arm around her shoulder we staggered to the john. 

"Pee." She said and I helped her sit on the stool. If I weren't holding her up she would have tipped over. 

When she finished I got the shower turned on and the two of us got in. I was leaning against the wall and she was leaning on me and the water was splashing against her front. With my hands all soapy, I massaged her tits and pussy one more time and with my dick sliding up and down her ass I was again harder than steel. I did, however, managed to clean her up. She didn't help, but she didn't object either. Drying her off was difficult because I was trying to get her to hold onto my dick as I moved the towel over her body. I got her dried off, but she wouldn't grab my dick for me. 

I took her to my own bed and got her under the covers. My mind started working again so I went and gathered up her clothes and rinsed them out in the sink before taking them down to the dryer. She hadn't soiled her things, but my plan was to tell her that she got sick and that was why she was nude.

I put a pair of sweats on and lay down next to her on my bed. She was mostly under the covers, but I was lying on the outside of the blankets. The last thing I remember was lightly flicking a nipple on her tit and gently pulling on her pit hair when I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I am aware of is that the sun is shining and Samantha is looking at me with the wide-eyed look of a deer caught in a spotlight. 

"Who are you? Where am I? How'd I get here? What in hell is going on?" Samantha almost screamed.

"I'm Dave Sanders. I'm Roy Kramer's housemate. After you got sick last night in Roy's bed I brought you over here. OK?" 

"Oh, God. I need to go to the bathroom. Get me something to put on." Samantha said.

I didn't have a robe or anything long, so I got her a pair of my boxers and a T-shirt, which she slipped on while keeping herself covered under the blankets. When she went to the bathroom I went down to the dryer and got her clothes and folded them and carried them back to my room and sat at my desk and waited for her.

"OK, I see where someone was sick in the other room and I've found my shoes. Where are the rest of my clothes? Sam said.

"Right here." I said. "I just got them out of the dryer."

"Give them to me. How many of you guys fucked me last night?" She asked giving me a look that showed her disgust. 

"I don't know if anybody did." I said. "When Roy came and got me you were passed out on his bed and fully clothed. You seemed to be breathing OK and everything, so he left for home and asked me to look in on you. I took your shoes and jacket off and was putting a blanket over you when you got sick. I took your clothes off and helped you to the shower and then over to my bed. I washed and dried your stuff and fell asleep on the outside of the covers next to you. To my knowledge you were not molested in any way shape or form." I told her.

"And you're telling me the truth. Not just trying to run some bullshit story by me. Right?" She said.

"Look. I took your clothes off. I saw you in the nude. By the way I think you're a very attractive girl. But I'd not some pervert or sex manic that is going to fuck somebody that has passed out. My roommate, Roy, is an asshole, but I don't think he had sex with you either. But I don't know for sure. If you want, I'll take you to the health clinic and they can have a rape counselor examine you. If you had sex last night, I'm positive tell tale signs will be evident. What do you want me to do?"

"You want me to believe that you're the last of the famous 'good guys' is that it?" After a long drawn out pause she said, "OK, maybe I believe you. Just step outside while I get dressed and then you can help me back to my dorm. My mother is due to arrive from Detroit this afternoon and I want to be in my room before she gets here."

I walked her back to her dorm and just as we started up the walk a voice shouted out from behind us.

"Sam. Samantha, is that you?" 

"Oh God...it's my mother. What did you say your name was?" 

"Dave Sanders." I told her as we turned and walked back to meet her mother.

The two embraced and kissed and then her mother looked at me so Sam had to introduce us.

"This is my friend Dave Sanders." She told her mother pointing at me. "My mother, Diane Edwards." She said nodding to me.

Anybody with half a brain could figure out that Diane and Samantha were mother and daughter. They had the exact same build and their complexions and facial expressions were identical. The only difference was that the mother wore her hair very short, above her ears, and the daughter wore hers long. Maybe the mother weighed one or two pounds more than the daughter because her boobs looked a lot bigger.

"Well, you two jump in the car." Diane said. "I want to find a nice motel room that maybe has an in-room hot tub."

"I think the Best Western - right where you got off the express way has in-room spas." I said.

When we arrived at the motel, Diane got out and Sam turned to me and said.

"I'll have my mom bring you back to your house. Thanks for covering for me and not letting my mother know that we're really strangers."

"No problem, and your name is...?" 

"Sam - Samantha Edwards."

"Can I call you and ask you out on a date?" I asked.

"I'll think about it." She said as she gave me a shy little smile.

"Young man, bring my stuff in out of the trunk will you please?" Diane asked when she came out of the motel office. "I was able to get a Jacuzzi room." 

Once I got everything in the room Diane put the keys to her car in my hand and said.

"You drive while Sam and I sit in the back seat. I want to see everything there is to see in this town, and she and I can talk while you drive us around."

We went everywhere, including Canada, and when we got back to the motel it was dark and Diane sent me off for Chinese food while the two of them went inside. When I got back the two of them were in the Jacuzzi. An open bottle of Southern Comfort was resting on the edge of the tub and both women were holding glasses with ice drinks.

"Give me the food." Diane said patting the edge of the tub near her. "Get yourself a glass and join us for a drink."

"I really should leave you two." I said, wondering if they were wearing bathing suits.

"Nonsense, have a drink first." When I got another glass from the bathroom and pulled a chair over by the hot tub, Samantha's mother said; "Now get out of those clothes and join us."

"Ah...ah..." Was all I could say.

"What are you, some kind of prude? Afraid to let us see your nude body? We're Swedish and we always use Saunas and Hot tubs coed. We're not ashamed of our bodies. Are you?"

By the time I got down to my shorts, I was sporting another hard-on. Just thinking about getting into a hot tub with two naked women had me fanaticizing about all sorts of sexual situations. As I slipped my jockeys down I tried to cover it with my hands. But the tub was sort of half sunken in the floor and half above, so I had to step over the edge and in the process my stiff dick was only about six inches from Diane's face. When my foot slipped and I crashed down into the water, my head submerged and my back went down to the bottom. My feet went straight up in the air and when they came down they were on either side of Sam's mother's head with my rock hard cock banging up against her nose. When I surfaced both women were laughing their heads off and Diane had a firm grip on my cock under the water.




Sleeping Beauty



"This is quite a boy-friend you have here Sam." Diane gigged as she put both her hands on my cock and squeezed.

"He's not my boy-friend, mother." Sam laughed. "I wasn't going to say anything, but I just met him this morning when I woke up naked in his bed."

"What? How in hell can you wake up in some man's bed and not know him?" Diane asked.

"I'm not real sure, but I think someone slipped something in my drink, but anyhow I ended up in his roommates bed and got sick. Dave cleaned me up and washed my clothes and put me in his bed. When I woke up this morning I was naked under the covers and he was dressed and sleeping on the outside of the covers and playing the roll of Mr. Nice Guy. I still don't feel all that great, and I sure don't feel like eating Chinese. I think what I need is another drink, but first I need to pee."

Sam then stood up and with her back to me wrapped a towel around her upper body and bumped her leg into her mothers arm as she tried to get out of the tub. Sam stopped and stood there for the longest time looking at her mother. 

"What are you doing...MOTHER?" Sam asked.

"Not a thing...SAMANTHA." Diane said, but she did let go of me.

Sam had one foot in the tub and one foot out. Her naked ass was only an inch or so from my face and I was enjoying the view up the back of her legs as water dripped down and off her soaked pubic hair.

"Just behave yourself, and act your age." Sam said as she climbed out of the tub and went into the bathroom. 

As soon as she left, the mother cradled my cock between her feet, but neither of us said anything until Sam came out and dropped back down into the water. Diane and I passed little tubs of food back and forth. We both started using chopsticks, but neither of us was very adept with them so we resorted to scooping the food out with our fingers and eating it that way.

"You guys are gross the way you eat." Sam said. "If you drop any of that shit in this water, I'm going to puke all over both of you."

"I can tell you like girls." Diane said giving my cock a little nudge with her big toe. "So tell me why you didn't fuck this little shit here when she was naked in your bed last night? Or did you?"

"No mam. It just doesn't seem right to take advantage of someone you don't know." I said. "Especially if that person is unconscious."

"Well, you've been with Samantha for the last twenty-four hours, and with the both of us for the past five or six. Do you know either of us well enough now?" Diane giggled as she sat up so that for the first time her boobs were out of the water. "Or do we have to do something else first before you know us well enough?"

"I think I know you well enough, but.... god this is really hard for me..."

"I can tell how hard it is." Diane said.

"Are you using your feet to play with his cock?" Sam asked as she reached over and pushed her mothers foot away and squeezed my cock with one hand and playfully splashed water with the other at her mother.

"No....what I mean is that I would give my left testicle to fuck you, but I'm embarrassed to say this. I've never had intercourse before. You see I'm a virgin."

"Well, if you're willing, we can remedy that situation with very little difficulty. Come on, let's wash this pool shit off of us and hop on the bed." 

I had a great view of her ass as she climbed out of the Jacuzzi and it looked like the lips of her cunt were wide spread in anticipation of getting reamed. My dick was as stiff as a pole, and I prayed that I wouldn't embarrass my self by shooting my load before I got in the saddle. Sam pulled on my knob and I followed her into the shower.

Diane had a little more meat on her body than Sam did but she still looked great for an older lady. We got into the shower together and she took the soap and started washing my dick. When I started moving my hips with her hand movement she rinsed me off and dropping to her knees engulfed my cock in her mouth all the way to the root.

"I'm going to cum..." I warned, but she just sucked harder until I shot my load down her throat.

Sam was running her hands over my chest and down to my waist and hips and just before I shot my load down her mother's throat she pulled my head to hers and locked her lips on mine for a soul-stealing kiss.

Diane led us out of the shower and after a quick dry off, positioned us on the bed with me sandwiched between her and Sam. 

"Have you ever eaten a girl before?" The mother asked.

"No." I said figuring that what I did to Sam the night before didn't count.

"Well, there isn't a woman alive that doesn't like to have her clam licked." Diane said. "Besides, it's only fair. If you want a woman to give you head than you have to do like wise. Get down there between San's legs and I'll teach you how to drive a woman wild."

I could tell Samantha liked it when I spent a great deal of time trying to lick all the juice from between her cunt lips and she was whimpering when I flicked my tongue back and forth over her hard little clit. Diane taught me to be unpredictable and not lick twice and flick once or establish any rhythm, but to surprise her daughter with light stuff, than heavy or long licks mixed up with short sucks and blowing a stream of air across the clit. She instructed my not to blow directly up her vagina.

Diane had been laying along side me between Sam's legs. She had her head resting on one thigh and after about twenty minutes or so; she pulled my face over to hers for a long tongue-swapping kiss. My cock was hard enough to pound nails.

"Oh God, mother. Have him get his cock in me right this instant. I want it and I need it." Samantha wailed. 

I got up on my hands and knees and moved up Sam's body until my cock was about lined up with her snatch when her mother engulfed my entire length down her throat. I was about ready to shoot another load down Diane's gullet when she caved into her daughters demands and placed the tip of my rod right at the slick opening of her daughter's pussy. Samantha wrapped her long legs around my waist and pulled me into her until our pubic hair meshed.

The sloshing sound our juices made were echoing throughout the room. They were joined by my grunts as I bottomed out after each piston like stroke. Samantha was thrusting back with equal enthusiasm and when she reached a pinnacle of emotion, she let out a long high-pitched wail until she peaked and fell over the edge.

I collapsed and rolled off of Samantha and savored the triumph of my first fuck. I was exhausted, and didn't believe that I would ever be able to move again, let alone have my prick stand at attention. It didn't take long for Diane to prove my theory wrong. Her gentle breath blowing across the crown of my pecker was soon justification for celebration. 

Straddling my body Diane was able to sink down on my shaft and suck me into her slick sheath with absolutely no help from me what so ever. When she was firmly seated she had her daughter settle her bottom on my face moving in such a way that the lips of Samantha's pussy kissed my mouth as though they were the lips on her face. My body was used by the horny mother daughter combination until they both achieved multiple satisfactions. 

I fucked and sucked both women all night Thursday, and again all day and night Friday and Saturday. By Sunday noon when Diane headed back down to Detroit my dick was so raw and beat up I could hardly take a leak. On Tuesday it hurt so much I was afraid that I had a STD, but the guy at the clinic said I only had a strain. I was instructed to avoid sex for a while, and I did. I lasted all the way until Friday when Sam came to my room to spend the weekend with me. She's invited me to visit with her and Diane down in Royal Oak the week between Christmas and New Years, and I can hardly wait. 

Let the good times roll.



Sleeping Beauty



Note from Slickman: Making it with the babysitter has been a popular theme in erotic stories. This story takes on a new twist so sit back and enjoy. Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author. 

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"Ten dollars an hour..."

...read the advertisement in the neighborhood monthly newsletter for the King Estates. "Babysitter wanted" read the ad heading. The going rate was up to $15 an hour so Becky Jenkins was not sure if she would get any responses. At least twice a week she and her husband had to work late at their real estate business which meant someone had to pick up their son Matt from his elementary school and watch him until about eight or nine o'clock. Becky had almost given up hope when she checked her answering machine on a Thursday evening. 

"Hi, my name is Allison and I saw your ad for a babysitter. I'm eighteen years old and have my own car so picking up your child won't be a problem for me since I'm out of school by 2:45PM. If you haven't already found someone then call me at 555-387-0999." 

"This is too good to be true," Becky thought as she quickly dialed the phone number. An older woman answered. "Hello." 

Becky explained why she was calling and the woman said it was her daughter who was interested in the babysitting job. Becky waited while the woman went to get her daughter. 

"Hello," Allison said softly. 

"Hi Allison, this is Becky Jenkins." For the next twenty minutes the two of them talked about the specifics of the job and responsibilities. The days were perfect for Allison so they set up a meeting for the following evening. 

Allison smiled as she ran into the kitchen to tell her mother the wonderful news. Ever since her father had left the house for a younger woman they had been having a rough time making ends meet. Her car insurance was due and she also needed four new tires for her VW Bug. 

Allison called her girlfriend Tina and told her the good news. "I can get more for babysitting on the weekend but during the week will be great since it will give me more time with Jake." Jake is Allison's nineteen year old boyfriend she had been dating for about three months. Their relationship had recently crossed the second base and was almost to third last weekend when Allison pulled his hand from under the front of her jeans. "I'm not ready for that yet," she whispered. She figured she was the last virgin in her high school class except for Tina. 

"Are you going to invite Jake over when you baby-sit?" Tina giggled. 

"No way," Allison answered. "The number one rule is no boys." 

"So that means I can join you some days?" 

"Let me get my feet wet first," Allison laughed. "Then I'll see if you can come over. They have a nice pool." 

"Well now you have to get me invited." 

"We'll see," Allison said before they said their goodbyes and hung up. 

*****

The following day Allison went straight from gym class to the Jenkins home. She was sweaty from running around the long track at the athletic field during her last period but she didn't have time to take a shower or change. Mrs. Jenkins was picking up her son at 3:00PM and said she would meet her at their house. 

Allison was sitting on the front porch when the expensive BMW coop pulled into the long driveway. She smiled thinking she could hit them up for more than ten bucks an hour once they realize what a great babysitter she was. She saw the six year-old boy come out of the garage first and run up to her. "Are you Allison?" he asked with a smiling face full of freckles. 

"Yes, and you must be Matt," she said looking at his blonde hair and light blue eyes. 

"Hi," Becky said as she moved up behind her son. "I see you met Matt." 

Both females quickly checked out each other. They were basically the same size which was about a size 6 dress but Becky's breasts were definitely a lot larger than Allison's. Allison's dark brown short hair was completely opposite from Becky's long blonde hair. Allison noticed the freckles on Becky's chest above her opened blouse. 

"I can see where Matt gets his blonde hair and freckles from," Allison smiled. 

Becky glanced down at the girl's very short cotton shorts and her much too tight tee shirt. "They let you wear those clothes to school?" She could see the tiny bumps of Allison's nipples pushing out the thin tee shirt. It didn't look as if she was wearing a bra. 

Allison blushed when she looked down at the raisins on top of her small breasts. "I have gym class on Friday afternoons and didn't have time to shower and change. 

"No problem," Becky said. She felt the warmth right away between the two of them. "Come in and I'll show you around." 

Allison followed the woman in and tried not to show her amazement at the high priced furniture and paintings. "This part of the house is for show. We live back here," Becky said as she led the girl to the large sunroom at the rear of the house. Outside through the large patio door was a huge swimming pool and Jacuzzi combination. 

"WOW!" Allison exclaimed when she saw the picture perfect gardens and pool set-up. 

"Will you go swimming with me?" Little Matt asked as he grabbed Allison's hand and pulled. 

"Matt stop," Becky said. "Allison probably doesn't have enough time today." 

"Actually I do but don't you want to ask me some more questions?" 

"Nope, I think I've seen enough. Would you like the job?" 

Allison froze for a second because she expected a longer interview. 

"Please!" Matt begged as he fluttered his blue eyes at her. 

"What about Mr. Jenkins?" Allison asked.

"He trusts me to make the decision," Becky smiled. "Besides he will be thrilled to see how cute you are," she thought. "I'll finish showing you around and if you want to go into the pool with Matt you can start today," the woman finished saying. 

"OK, but...I....uh....don't have a swim suit with me," Allison said. 

"We are pretty much the same size so if you want to wear one of mine no problem." 

"I don't think I'll fit into yours," Allison blushed as she peeked downward at Becky's C-cups. 

"Just wear the bottoms and a tee shirt," Becky said as she turned without giving Allison an opening to decline. 

It took almost 30 minutes for Allison to see the whole house. Matt was in his bedroom putting on his trunks when Becky pulled Allison into the master suite. "Try these on," Becky said as she walked from a huge walk-in closet. In her hand was a very skimpy white thong bottom. 

Allison took the bottoms and blushed. "I don't think I should be wearing these." 

Becky could see the girl was now somewhat frightened. "Of course, they don't cover much especially in the back." Becky again moved into her closet to search for an older pair of bikini bottoms that were a lot more conservative. 

"How about these?" 

Allison smiled as she opened them up. "It is just us right?" She wanted to make sure the husband didn't see her in them. 

"Yes and Matt is not old enough to understand," Becky laughed. "I have some tee shirts in that dresser over there so take your pick." 

Allison stood and watched as Becky grabbed a bikini top and bottom. "Why don't you go into the bathroom to change and I'll change out here?" Becky asked. 

"OK," Allison answered. She moved into the massive bathroom and closed the door. She hesitated when she did not find a lock on the door. "I'm being silly," she thought as she quickly pushed down her cotton shorts and panties and hurried to pull up the bikini bottom. She frowned when she noticed quite a few dark curly tendrils escaping out the sides of the bikini bottom. She had put off getting a trim down there because it was costly, embarrassing and she wasn't going to the beach for another month. Her fingers pushed the hairy convicts back into their material cell as best she could. She had forgotten to pick out a tee shirt so she slowly opened the door and peeked out. She stopped when she saw Mrs. Jenkins completely naked and standing facing away from her. She was so beautiful and had an all-over tan. Before she could close the door Becky turned and faced her. 

"You forgot your tee shirt," Becky said smiling. She could see the startled girl blushing as her eyes took in her perfect breasts and hard brown nipples. She posed longer for the eyes to move down her flat stomach to the thin and sparse growth of her golden pubic mound resting atop of her moist slit. 

Becky walked towards the frozen girl and when Allison reached out to take the shirt Becky pulled it back. "Let me help you." 

Allison had been around naked girls in the high school locker room before but this was different. Mrs. Jenkins was an older woman with big boobs. "I can do it." Allison said as she walked backward into the bathroom. Before she could shut the door Becky squeezed in with her. 

"Don't be shy. It's just us women," Becky laughed as she moved behind Allison and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. Before Allison could stop her the woman pulled the thin shirt up over her body and head. When the shirt left Allison's body she was naked from the waist up. She froze and saw the woman's eyes looking at her small breasts in the huge wall-to-wall mirror. "Ohhh," Becky said as she quickly cupped her naked boobs. 

"You are very beautiful," Becky whispered as she looked down at the cute round buttocks pushing out the white bikini bottoms. She knew Allison was very nervous so she quickly excused herself. 

Allison kept her hands over her petite breasts until the naked woman had walked from the bathroom. She quickly closed the door and pulled on the tee shirt. She realized her body was on fire and her pussy was soaked. Never before had she felt so excited being around another female. She waited almost three minutes to make sure the woman had enough time to get dressed before she opened the door and again peeked out. 

"Come on," Becky smiled as she handed Allison a short white terrycloth robe. They picked up Matt in his room and headed for the pool. 

Allison realized right away that she should have picked a darker tee-shirt than the pink one she had on. When her body rose from the water her pink nipples could easily be seen through the wet light pink tee-shirt. 

Becky smiled as she watched the new babysitter and her son play games in the pool. The last babysitter was older and overweight and never wanted to go swimming with Matt. Time flew by and soon an hour passed. 

Tom Jenkins pulled into the long driveway and noticed the small Volkswagen Bug parked near his house. He remembered his wife saying the new babysitter candidate would be there. Both his wife and he had put in so many hours into their jobs lately that they had little time for leisure. He moved quietly through the house and peeked out the large sun room window at his wife, son and a young girl splashing each other in the pool. He really couldn't see much of the girl since only her head and shoulders stuck out of the clear water. After grabbing a beer he moved outside. 

"Hello!" he said loudly to make sure they could hear him over their giggling and laughing. 

"Daddy's home!" little Matt shouted. 

Panic shot up Allison's spine. She didn't think the man would be home so early. Her body immediately sank into the water. 

"Hi honey," Becky said. "This is Allison." 

Allison turned and saw the handsome man. His hair was as blonde as Becky's and Matt's. "Hi." 

"Allison started today," Becky said smiling. "She will be perfect for the job and Matt just loves her." 

"I love her!" little Matt yelled as he jumped onto her back. Allison laughed and stood upright to carry him around the pool. She forgot about the wet tee-shirt. 

Becky tried not to laugh at her husbands face when he saw the small breasts and tiny dark nipples through the babysitter's tee-shirt. She remembered last summer at the beach when a lot of girls wore the tiny thong bathing suits. Sex that night was the best it had been in quite a while. Maybe, just maybe, seeing Allison like this would fire up his desires and she would benefit from it. 

"Why don't you join us?" Becky asked. 

"Shit," Allison thought. "I would not have gone into the pool if I'd known a man would be joining us." 

"I think I will," Tom said smiling. He turned and almost ran into the house. 

"I think I should go," Allison whispered to Becky as they waited for Tom to return. 

"No, please stay. Since you are now our babysitter we all need to get use to each other," Becky said as she touched the girl's arm. "Do you have a boyfriend?" 

Allison blushed. "Yes, we've only been dating a short time. I haven't dated that much." 

Becky realized the girl was trying to tell her she didn't have much experience around males. "Don't worry my husband is a lot of fun." 

"That's what I'm worried about," Allison thought as the patio door opened and Tom walked out wearing a clinging nylon swim suit. She could see the bulge between his thighs. Her eyes ravished his taunt abs and muscular hairy and tan chest. Compared to her boyfriend he had the edge in all areas. Even the bulge looked bigger. 

"Here I come!" Tom shouted as he dove headfirst into the water. 

Tom finally had the chance to check out the babysitter. His eyes were wide open as he swam underwater up to Allison's form. She was turned away from him, which gave him a great shot of her cute ass. He wished he could see the front but he had to surface for air. 

Becky immediately jumped on his back and whispered, "You were down there a long time." Her legs wrapped around his waist and her ankle pushed into his penis which was getting harder and harder. 

They splashed around for about 15 minutes before Becky suggested Allison get on her shoulders and Matt on Tom's. Then Matt and Allison would try to pull and push on each other until one of them topples off. 

Allison laughed. "Are you strong enough to hold me up?" They were about the same size. 

"Sure, let's try it," Becky laughed. Allison moved out of the water which showed Tom her lower front for the first time. As Becky leaned down by the steps Allison moved her legs over the woman's shoulders. 

Tom almost died when he saw the dark shadow of the girl's bush through the bikini bottoms and when she moved her legs over his wife's shoulders the bottoms pulled to each side allowing his eyes the pleasure of seeing a lot of her dark pubic mound. As Matt climbed up on his back his eyes moved to Allison's small nipples which were now pointing outward through the wet tee-shirt. He was glad his lower body was underwater or they could all see his excitement. 

Becky had a little trouble holding Allison up and when Matt grabbed onto Allison's arms she almost fell. She would have fallen except Tom's hand was helping her to stay upright. She was puzzled as to why he would help until she glanced over her head and saw Allison's shirt sliding dangerously up over her stomach as her son pulled on it. Tom was helping her keep her balance because he wanted Matt to pull the shirt up over the tiny mounds. 

Allison didn't realize the tee-shirt was being pulled up as her hands grabbed onto the boy's shoulders. She had thought Becky wouldn't be able to hold her up but the woman must be stronger than she looked. 

The shirt was almost to the bottom of her breasts when Becky moved backwards. Since Matt's hand held the bottom of the tee shirt it pulled outward and upward from Allison's body. Tom's eyes waited and waited until finally there they were. Two small white mounds covered on top with two tiny cherry tips. He lost his balance and fell into his wife's body. Matt toppled forward onto Allison. 

When she went underwater Allison realized her tee shirt was now over her bare breasts. She tried to push it downward but the boy still held on to it. Her eyes opened underwater and peered down over her bare breasts to the opened stare of the man's eyes onto her nakedness. She quickly twisted her body around to hide her virgin treasures. 

Becky didn't know what had happened but realized something did because Allison was quickly out of the pool and was pushing down her tee-shirt. "I've got to leave," the blushing girl said without looking back. They watched her dripping body grab a thick towel and dry off. 

"I'll talk to her," Becky said while moving quickly into the house still dripping wet. She followed the damp footprints up the stairs and into her bedroom. She gently knocked on the bathroom door. "Allison, are you OK?" 

Allison was stepping out of the wet bikini bottoms when the woman knocked. The tee-shirt was already lying on the floor and now she was stark naked. She glanced at the doorknob and saw it starting to turn. Before she could say not to come in the door cracked open and Becky's face looked in. Allison immediately turned and faced the other way. "I'm getting dressed." 

Becky tried not to smile as she moved in and closed the door. The girl's bare ass was unbelievably wonderful. The woman grabbed a large towel and pushed it against the girl's back. "You are still wet."

Allison froze when she felt the woman drying off her back. She peeked into the large mirror on the side wall and saw Becky's eyes looking down at her bare hips. Her body was totally on fire now and had removed all resistance she had. When the towel moved down over her buttocks she closed her eyes and moaned slightly. 

Becky heard the moan and smiled. Her fingers pushed the soft terry cloth into the girl's soft cheeks and then lower across the tops of her thighs. As the towel moved up and under her ass cheeks her fingers moved off for a few seconds and touched the tenderness along the insides of her thighs. 

Allison was having trouble breathing and when the fingers touched her hot flesh she reached out and grabbed the sink countertop. Her legs were so weak now. The fingertips were only an inch from touching her dripping virgin pussy. As Becky's fingers moved slowly upward she felt the tickling of Allison's damp pubic hairs. The girl's legs slowly opened giving her the go ahead to touch her intimate passion. 

As much as Becky wanted to touch the girl's pussy she wanted something else more. She didn't want to scare her off. The act of drying her off was more of a motherly move so she finished toweling the back of the girl. 

"I can do the front," Allison said as she turned and took the towel from the woman. A slight smile came to her lips for the first time. 

Becky stepped back and made no effort to look away as Allison's slow movements teased as she dried the soft breasts and flat stomach. Both sets of eyes were on the towel as it pushed between the girl's open legs to dab dry the moist virgin gash. 

"I hope we didn't scare you away," Becky whispered when the towel moved away and the thin pink slit behind the thick pubic growth appeared. 

"I guess I'm nervous for the first time and like you said we have to get used to each other," Allison grinned as she put the towel on the sink and picked up her basic white panties. "I'm an only child so I'm not used to nudity." 

"You are very beautiful," Becky said as her eyes roamed the girl's body one last time. She opened the bathroom door and walked out. 

The whole family was in the pool when Allison walked out to say goodbye. "I'll be here on Tuesday," she said smiling. Her eyes captured the muscular back of Tom as he held Matt up over his head. 

"I left a key to the house on the kitchen table," Becky said. "We won't be home until around eight o'clock so go ahead and order pizza. There's money on the table for the pizza and also some extra for you." 

"Thank you," Allison said. "Goodbye Matt," she said waving at the young boy. 

*****

As Matt floated on a small blowup raft Becky and Tom huddled together in the deep end. Her fingers moved down to find the hard torpedo in his swim trunks. "Ummm, what are you thinking about?" 




Sleeping Beauty



"You," Tom lied as his fingers moved down and under the crotch in her bikini bottoms. 

"Stop, we can't do this now," Becky giggled. His finger was rubbing against her so hard clit. 

"I can't wait," Tom whispered. 

Becky pulled his hand from under her bottoms. "Let's get out and get Matt in his bathtub. It will give us at least 30 minutes alone." 

"Only 30 minutes," Tom said looking sad. 

"I doubt if you last ten minutes," she laughed. She got Matt out and into his bathtub and when Becky walked into the master bedroom Tom was lying on his back naked with his hard-on pointing upward. "You didn't start without me did you?" 

"Well maybe a little," Tom laughed. "Hurry." 

Becky ripped off her bikini top and shoved down her bottoms. She jumped across his body and aimed his hot poker into her lava pit. "OH GOD!" she screamed as his hips moved up and down. 

"Oh SHIT!" Tom screamed as he climaxed. Seeing the babysitter's little tits had made him too excited. "Sorry honey," he whispered. 

"Why, I think you are still hard," Becky giggled as she took over the humping. Tom lasted a lot longer the second time but it was Becky's turn to climax quickly. "Oh honey! FUCK ME!" She screamed. "Thank you Allison," the woman thought as they lay in each other's arms. 

*****

Allison immediately called Tina when she got home. "You are not going to believe what I'm going to tell you," Allison whispered into the phone. She had turned up the music in her room so her mother would not hear her. 

"What?" Tina quickly asked. 

For the next five minutes Allison told her girl friend everything that had happened at the Jenkins house. "He really saw your naked breasts?" Tina asked. 

"Yes," Allison giggled. "And she saw me totally naked." 

"Do you think she is bisexual?" Tina asked. 

"I'm not sure. She did look at me for a long time and I thought she was going to touch me down there. I saw her naked too." 

"God, you are making me horny," Tina whispered. "Do they need another babysitter?" 

"No, hands off," Allison laughed. "I can't wait to see Jake tonight." 

"Are you going to let him do it?" 

"I don't want the first time to be in the back seat of his car," she answered. "The first time has to be in a bed." 

"Are you sure you're not saving yourself for Mr. Jenkins?" Tina laughed. 

"Maybe," Allison giggled back. "He is experienced you know." 

*****

Jake Brownfield expected another non-fulfilling night with his new girlfriend. He had known from the rumors that Allison was a virgin and at first thought of it as a challenge. Now after four months his horny meter was pegged to the right. His last girlfriend Samantha had told him she would take him back but he did like Allison a whole lot. He could tell something was different when she got into his car and gave him a deep wet kiss in front of her house. Normally she would not allow him to kiss her in case her mother was looking out the window. 

"Wow," he said after their lips broke apart. "What was that for?" 

"I got a babysitting job today and the woman gave me a big bonus," Allison giggled. "Dinner tonight is on me." 

"How much of a bonus did she give you?" 

"She gave me fifty dollars and I was only there about two hours." 

"Where do you want to go?" 

"To that new seafood restaurant down by the beach," Allison replied as she pulled his arm into her braless covered breast. "Maybe we can go for a walk on the beach after dinner." 

Just the thought of walking Allison on the beach at night with her only wearing a thin tee shirt and a short denim skirt caused some serious expansion in his jeans. So far he had only touched her naked breasts but his hopes to proceed further was quickly increasing. Twice Allison had to tell him to slow down as he sped towards the restaurant. 

"Slow down," Allison said again as she watched him gulp down his fried shrimp. She knew his mind was on their beach walk later on. Her mind was too but she had not made up her mind just how far she would allow him to go tonight. 

"That was some great shrimp," Jake commented as they walked hand in hand down the dark deserted shoreline. 

"How would you know," Allison laughed. "The food barely touched your tongue." 

She looked over her shoulder and noticed they had gone pretty far from civilization. "Let's sit on that log over there and look at the stars." Jake didn't object as he followed her and watched as she sat down being careful not to show him her panties. 

Allison shifted to the side to allow him next to her and immediately felt his arm go around her. Before she could say anything he pulled her body and lips to his. After a couple of minutes kissing she pushed him back. "Down boy." 

Jake sighed and leaned back against the bank of sand behind the log. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. At first he thought he was imagining something but soon realized her fingers were softly caressing the top of his left thigh. He pretended not to notice as the fingers made bigger circles until they gently touched his rapidly growing bulge. 

"Have you ever gone all the way?" Allison asked as she gently tickled the side of the tent in his jeans. 

"Yes," he answered as his hand moved lower on her back until his fingers touched the bare skin between her shirt and skirt. 

"Was it with someone you loved?" Her index finger explored up and over the packed in flesh between his legs. 

"No," he moaned as her fingertip moved over the crown of his hard-on. He wished he could reach into his jeans and straighten his shaft but he was afraid it would scare her off. 

Allison marveled at the hardness yet softness under her fingertips. She had never seen, not less touched a guy's penis before. Her whole hand moved up and cupped his entire package. 

"Oh God Allison," Jake moaned. He pushed his fingers quickly under the back of her skirt and discovered the top of her panties. He wondered if she would let him touch her bare ass. 

Allison giggled as she squeezed him and again heard him moan. She squeezed and he moaned again. Her mind quickly drifted to Mr. Jenkins's bulge in the bathing suit that day. She realized now that maybe Jake's penis was as big as the older mans. She knew it was dangerous but she had to see it. 

"Can I see it?" 

"Really?" Jake asked. His prayers were suddenly being answered. Without waiting for a "yes" he quickly grabbed his zipper tab and pulled downward while the other hand released the snap on top. He pulled his jeans open and again sat back. If she wanted to see it then she had to pull it out. 

Allison's eyes were like saucers when she saw the size of the tent in his boxers. She felt his fingers pull out on her panties and thought about stopping him but realized she would soon be seeing his naked penis. She sat upward to allow his hand to move under her silk undies and over her bare ass cheeks. It gave her enough courage to release the small button on the fly of his boxers and reach inside. 

"It feels so..........," she started to say as her fingers curled around the side of the seven inch hard-on. "So........hot....and..........hard." It popped out through the opening. "AND BIG!" she said loudly. Her tiny thumb moved to the crown and traced the ridge around to the damp hole on top. After all those years of imagining what a penis looked like she now held one in her trembling hand. "Show me how to......you know," she giggled. 

Jake's breath was ragged as his free hand covered hers and slowly moved it up and down until they were masturbating him. He did it a few times and pulled his hand away. Allison's hand didn't stop moving. "Am I doing it right?" 

"Oh God yes," Jake moaned. His middle finger pushed between her buttocks and grazed over her small anus. 

"What are you doing back there?" Allison asked with another giggle but she didn't ask him to pull his hand away. 

Jake really liked touching her ass but wanted to finger her pussy so bad. He tried to go slow down between her legs but as soon as he moved below her butt he quickly pushed between her legs and across her dripping slit. 

"JAKE!" Allison screamed. She let go of his hard-on and pulled his hand from under her skirt. Before he could say anything she stood and walked away. 

"Shit, shit, shit," Jake muttered as he crammed his prick back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans. "Allison wait up!" 

Allison smiled when she heard him running to catch up to her. She had gone as far as she had wanted tonight. It was enough for her to know how a hard penis feels and enough to keep him panting after her. 

"Allison I'm sorry," Jake whispered as he walked next to her. Allison gave him a stern look and took his hand. They walked silently back to the restaurant. 

*****

On Saturday Allison was sleeping in until the phone rang around 9:30AM. Her mother did not pick it up on the third ring so she drudgingly answered it, "hello." 

"Allison, this is Becky. I didn't wake you did I?" 

"No," the girl lied while trying to sit up. She yawned and shook the cobwebs from her head. 

"Good, I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me today at the mall restaurant." 

Allison had promised Tina to go to the mall that afternoon. "I'm supposed to meet my friend at 2 O'clock at the mall. 

"That will work out great. How about noon?" 

"OK," Allison said but before she could ask what the lunch was all about the woman hung up. She tried to roll over and sleep some more but she kept thinking about why the woman could want to meet her. "Maybe she gave me too much money the other night?" she thought. She lasted to about 10:00AM and rolled out of bed and into the shower. After drying her hair she pulled on her favorite tight jeans and a halter blouse. Breakfast only took about fifteen minutes so she decided to go to the mall early and walk around. 

*****

Becky also arrived at the mall early and went quickly to the Victoria Secret store. She picked out the sexiest and most sheer panty and bra set she could find. It was 11:50AM when she walked into the restaurant to get a secluded table. After telling the hostess what Allison looked like she sat down and ordered a glass of wine. 

Allison arrived at the restaurant right after Becky and saw the woman sitting in the rear booth. She waved and walked towards her. "Hi." 

"Thanks for coming on such short notice," Becky said smiling. 

Allison didn't waste any time. "Why did you want to see me?" 

"That can wait. Why don't we have lunch first?" 

The two ordered large chicken salads and took their time eating as they got to know each other even more. Allison told Becky about Jake and even hinted that things had heated up lately. It was then that Becky dropped the bombshell.

"After you left last Thursday Tom and I had the most wonderful sex," Becky whispered. "After being married for eleven years it is rare that sex is that hot and exciting." 

Allison took a drink of ice tea as the woman continued. There had to be a reason for her telling her this. 

"Something really got us both excited and I know now that it was you." There it was....it was all laid out on the table. 

"Me?" Allison asked with a surprised look on her face. "I don't understand." 

"I think Tom saw your breasts when Matt pulled up your shirt in the pool. Plus he spent a lot of time looking at your body in the bathing suit." 

"That was an accident," Allison quickly inserted. 

"I know but that's OK," Becky said as she placed her hand on the girl's wrist. "I have a proposal for you and if you say no I completely understand and it will be the last time you will hear of it." 

Allison's heart raced as she looked into the excited eyes of the woman. "A proposal?" 

"Yes, I want you to tease my husband." 

The girl pulled her hand back from the woman's and again took a big drink of tea. Surely this woman didn't think that she was a slut that would do nasty things. "I don't think so." 

"Don't answer yet," Becky said. "There wouldn't be any touching or fooling around. All you have to do is flirt with him and give him discreet peeks at your body." 

"You must have gotten the wrong impression of me the other night," Allison said as she pushed out of the booth and stood by the table. 

Becky realized the girl was in shock at her offer. "Please think about it before you come to the house on Tuesday. If you don't want to do it...fine. I totally understand. But, if you want to do it....then wear what's in this bag." Becky reached down next to her and picked up the tiny Victoria Secrets bag. 

"I don't think so," Allison said again but took the bag anyway. As she turned to walk away Becky said, "And I'll give you twenty dollars an hour." 

Allison didn't acknowledge the offer but did store it away in her mind. Her legs were shaking as she walked out of the restaurant. She moved into the women's restroom and peeked into the bag. Her eyes widened when she saw the sheer underwear. 

*****

"Are you alright?" Tina asked when she saw Allison sitting alone just staring into space. 

"Yes...I think so," she replied. "The strangest thing just happened to me." 

"Not again," Tina laughed. "First the babysitting job and now what?" 

"It's the babysitting job again. I just had lunch with the woman and she is offering me a lot more money if I flirt with and tease her husband." 

"Tease?" Tina asked not realizing what she meant but then it hit her. "You mean really TEASE?" 

"Shhhh," Allison grinned as she looked at the old woman sitting near them. "Yes and she wants me to wear these." She handed Tina the small bag. 

"How much money is she offering?" Tina giggled as she looked at the tiny bra and panties. 

"Twenty bucks an hour." 

"You said yes right?" 

"No I didn't say anything. She told me to think about it." 

"Well, if you turn it down then let me have a shot at it," Tina laughed. "Is he as handsome as you said?" 

"Yes, but what if the teasing goes too far and he makes a pass at me or something?" 

"Are you worried about the pass or what you might do if he does make a pass?" Tina grinned. 

"God Tina, he's a grown man. I'm not experienced enough." 

"I'm sure he would be a great teacher," Tina giggled. 

"You are supposed to talk me out of this," Allison said as she jokingly slapped her friend on her arm. 

*****

Sunday came and went, with Allison in a daze thinking about the offer. She had never really teased a boy like that before and had always been embarrassed when she had seen males peeking up her skirt. Now a woman was asking her to do it on purpose. Twenty dollars an hour was a lot of money and it wouldn't take too much work to pay off her car insurance. She closed and locked her bedroom door as she opened the bag and pulled out the panties and bra. 

"God," she whispered after she put her hand into the panties to see how sheer they were. They basically didn't hide a thing. Her pussy was moist so she quickly wiped the dampness away before pulling the tight undies up her legs. Her eyes looked into the large full-size mirror on the back of her door as the panties moved over her thick dark bush. Not only were they thin but the thin strip did little to contain her curly tendrils. She turned and gasped when she saw her whole complete ass. The thong was buried deeply between her cheeks. 

The bra also did a lousy job hiding her perky nips. She giggled as she thought about what Jake's reaction would be if he saw her wearing these. Before she put them on there was a 99% chance she would not wear them. Now the odds had dropped to about 50%. 

Someone knocked on her door. "Allison, it's me." Tina's voice rang out. 

Allison quickly grabbed her robe and slipped it on before she opened the door. 

"Did I interrupt something?" Tina smiled when she saw Allison's clothing on the bed. 

Allison relocked the door, blushed and turned. "I'm wearing the sheer underwear." 

"Let me see," Tina giggled as she sat on the bed. 

"I don't think so," Allison laughed. "They don't hide much." 

"Well hell, I've seen everything anyway." 

"Not like this!" Allison again blushed. 

"Come on," Tina smiled as she lunged forward and grabbed her girlfriend's arm. 

Allison tried to pull away but Tina was too strong. Before she could grabbed on to anything she felt her body falling onto the bed. She tried to push back up but Tina pushed her back down and pulled open the robe. Allison's nearly naked body now lay exposed to Tina's wandering eyes. "OH MY GOD!"

Allison grinned. "Do you think it will get him excited?" 

"Hell yes, it's getting me excited," Tina laughed. She gently traced her fingers slowly up from Allison's nearest knee to mid-thigh before Allison grabbed her wrist. 

"Stop kidding around."

But Tina didn't laugh back. "Who says I'm kidding?" 

Before Allison could respond Tina jerked her arm from her girlfriend's grasp and pushed her fingers swiftly under the sheer panties and into the thick love nest. 

"TINA!" Allison shouted. "What are you................." Suddenly the fingers discovered her dripping pinkness and the small hard clitoris. "STOP!" Allison said with the last bit of will-power left in her. But Tina was not to be denied. One hand pulled the panties to the side while to give her total access to the girl's virgin pussy. 

"Tina...." Allison repeated. Her resistance had turned into unrestricted lust. "Don't," she whispered as she slowly opened her legs wider and wider. 

"Did I ever tell you about the time last summer when my older cousin visited and when we shared a bed?" Tina asked as she moved her head and shoulders between Allison's legs. 

Allison didn't answer as she blocked out the fact that her long-time girlfriend was about to kiss her......"OH GOD!" She cried when the thin slippery tongue pushed through the dark shrubbery and into her wanton gash. Her fingers curled around Tina's head and pulled it and her mouth even tighter against her pussy. 

Tina tried to remember what all her cousin did to her and soon had Allison's moaning and gasping. She had wanted to try it with Allison but until now didn't have a good opportunity. She remembered how she had climaxed for the first time and wanted to give Allison the same immense feeling. She held her breath for almost a minute as her tongue flicked and licked up and down the hot sheath. 

Allison knew her mother was downstairs and had already made too much noise. Luckily the stereo was blasting as usual to drown out the next and last series of screams. "OH TINA....YES, YES, YES!" Her body shook uncontrollably before the fireworks ignited and the whole house came crashing down. 

Tina held on to her hips and giggled at the cries of pleasure. It was the first time she had ever given another person sexual release and realized it was almost as good as receiving it. Finally after a whole minute of moaning Allison slowed down. 

Tina moved her body up onto the bed until her face was next to her girlfriends. "So I take it you liked it," she giggled. 

"I didn't know....," Allison managed to get out of her mouth. She turned and faced Tina. "You and your cousin..." 

"Yes, she did the same to me but I didn't get a chance to return the favor." 

Allison smiled and moved into Tina's arms. "Thank you," she whispered as she gently kissed her on the side of her cheek. 

Tina slowly turned her head until they were looking each other eye to eye and pushed her soft lips forward until they pushed against Allison's. Their eyes remained open as both of their tongue's peeked out and flicked together. 

"Like this?" Allison asked as she licked up and down Tina's tiny tongue tip. 

"Tuck on hit too..." Tina said with her tongue sticking out.

Allison did as Tina said until just the tip was between her lips. 

Tina's pussy was on fire as Allison sucked on her tongue pretending it was her clit. She wanted relief but wanted it from Allison. But, she was not sure just how far the girl would go. She pulled her tongue back. "Touch me." 




Sleeping Beauty



Allison panicked at first realizing what Tina wanted her to do. She looked down at Tina's lower stomach and slowly released the snap on the top of her zipper. The zipper made a loud noise next as the girl's tiny pink panties appeared. She could not back out now so she lifted the elastic waistband and pushed her trembling fingers under the silky covering. 

Tina's hips rose up as Allison's fingers explored through her soft pubic mound. Only an inch more and she would be......."Right there," Tina said when the invader pushed over her pleasure button. It only took a few rubs until Tina's body climaxed. "Finger me," she whispered in Allison's ear. "Don't stop....please don't stop." 

Allison giggled when Tina came. 

***** 

It was Monday evening and Allison still had not made a decision to wear the undies and tease the husband. It was so naughty and so out of character for her. School had flown by so fast because all she could think of was the $20 per hour. If she worked for five hours she would make $100 and it was just to show her underwear. Becky had told her the decision would be up to her and that she would not ask again. It was after 1:00AM that night when she finally fell asleep. 

*****

Becky kept staring at the large decorative clock on the wall in the small conference room. A young couple was in the process of picking out homes they would like to visit and since it was all computerized now their specific wants could quickly narrow down an accurate listing of homes. Her heart slowly increased as she looked at the clock. It was 4:00PM which meant Allison had picked up Matt and was going over his homework from School with him. "Was she or was she not wearing the sheer undies?" she kept asking herself. 

"Are you OK?" Tom asked for the third time. "Your mind seems to be somewhere else." 

"What? Well yes, I'm thinking about our trip to Florida in a few weeks. The kids will be off school and I was wondering if Allison would come with us to help with Matt." 

Tom sat upward in his chair. The young couple was discussing the homes and was not listening to the conversation. "That's a great idea," he said smiling. His mind thought back to the tiny cherry nipples and cute little butt on the babysitter. "We would have to pay her quite a bit to go with us." 

"We have a bunch of vacation money budgeted," Becky grinned. "I checked already and we can get a two bedroom condo just outside the Disneyworld gate." 

"Can we get away for a whole week?" Tom asked excitedly. 

"Yes, I'm keeping that week closed for home closings." 

It was about 5:00PM when the young couple left when Becky suggested they go home early. 

"I've got a few phone calls to make," Tom replied. "They shouldn't take any longer than ten minutes." 

Becky knew he was now hooked on Allison because he would never leave this early in the past. She closed down the coffee maker and put some stamps on a few letters that had to go out. When she returned from the corner mailbox Tom was waiting impatiently for her. She smiled and jumped in the car that was already running. 

Allison and Matt were at the kitchen table reviewing his math homework when she heard the garage door open. "Seems your parents are home a little early tonight," Allison said to Matt as she pushed down the short denim shirt. She smiled when Becky and Tom walked through the door from the garage. 

"You're home early." 

"It doesn't happen every day," Becky said as she peeked down at the girl's tan thighs. Did she or didn't she? 

"Allison doesn't have to leave does she?" Little Matt asked with a sad puppy face. 

"No, no, of course not," Becky quickly replied. Tom had worked his way around the table to get a good shot at the young girl's tender thighs. "Why don't we order pizza and watch a movie?" 

"Goody!" Matt yelled as he jumped on Allison's lap to hug her. 

Allison blushed when Matt pulled down onto her shoulders which caused the loose vee-neck blouse to pull dangerously down her pure white chest. She grabbed the blouse just as her bra was about to appear. "Careful," she whispered to Matt. 

"Tom, why don't you take Allison and Matt into the den and set up the DVD. I'll call for the pizza. Is pepperoni OK with you Allison?" 

"Yes, ma'am," the girl grinned. She noticed the man's eyes had not left her short skirt since he walked into the kitchen. Matt jumped from her lap and pulled on her arm. Allison laughed as she raced to keep up with him. 

Tom followed the youngsters into the den and smiled as Matt led Allison to the long sofa. He quickly inserted the DVD and took the remote control to the large chair directly across from the sofa. It was apparent to everyone but Matt that Tom was now in a great position to peek up under the short skirt when Allison moved her legs. 

"Yes, I would like to order a large pepperoni pizza," Becky said into her cell phone as she looked into the den from the kitchen. The back of Allison's head was seen on the sofa while Tom's smiling face was across the room. "30 minutes OK." Becky gave them her address and phone number and waited a few more minutes to allow Allison to get comfortable. God, she wished she knew if the girl was wearing the sheer underwear. 

"I'll be down in a few minutes so go ahead and start the movie without me," Becky said as she walked into the den. One quick look at Allison's legs showed her knees squeezed tightly together. Shit, maybe the girl was not going for it. Becky moved quickly up the stairs to change into her jeans and a tee-shirt. 

Both Allison and Tom were glad to see Becky leave. As soon as she was out of sight Allison leaned towards Matt and started to tickle him. "The tickle monster is going to get Matt," she laughed. 

Tom grinned too but not because of his son getting tickled. As Allison leaned towards Matt her legs parted just enough for him to see a dark shadow up under her skirt. His own pepperoni stick was pushing up the front of his slacks as her legs opened wider and wider. "Shit she had to be wearing black panties or.........Damn, maybe no panties at all," he thought. 

Allison could feel the cooler air on her upper thighs now which mean the man could see pretty far under her skirt. She laughed as she jerked back away from Matt and squeezed her legs back together. Teasing was not so bad after all. 

"Hey!" the boy yelled. "I'm going to tickle you now!" 

Allison thought she was strong enough to hold him back but the leverage he got from standing on the sofa was enough to push her onto her side. The boy fell across her upper body which caused her legs to shoot upward and outward. Suddenly only the sheer panties were covering her body beneath her navel. 

"Fuck," Tom muttered softly when her skirt moved up to bunch at her waist. The panties might have not been there at all because he could see the thick dark growth of her pubic mound. Matt was lying directly in front of her face so she could not see him staring at her virgin bush. 

"OH GOD MATT LET ME UP," Allison cried out. She had wanted to give the man some peeks but not a view of her whole lower stomach. She tried to reach under him and push down the denim but his body stopped her attempt. The only thing she could do was to turn her exposed pussy around. She lifted the boy high enough to do just that and suddenly discovered the man could now see her exposed ass. 

Tom didn't think it could get any better but now her pink buttocks glistened in the bright overhead light. The thin strap of the panties was pushed deep down into the soft cheeks. The sight was so hot for him he had to leave otherwise he would jump down onto that wonderful ass. 

"Let me up Matt," Allison said to the boy. She knew she would have to face the man with the knowledge he had now seen everything she had. As Matt jumped off Allison brushed her hair back into place and slowly turned to look at Tom, except Tom was not there. 

*****

Becky was pulling on her tee shirt when the bedroom door open and Tom almost tackled her onto the bed. "What are you doing?" she asked. Suddenly the shock turned into laughter. Allison had done it again. "Tom we don't have time," she whispered as she lifted her hips to allow him to pull her jeans and panties down at the same time. "The pizza man will be here in twenty minutes," she said as she watched him pushed his pants down his legs and pull out the one-eyed monster. "Come to Momma," she whispered into his ear as the huge hot tip split apart her pussy lips. 

"Fuck me." 

*****

The pizza happened to show up almost five minutes earlier than promised so Allison walked up the stairs to tell Becky and Tom. When she got to the bedroom door there was no mistaking what they were doing. 

"DON'T STOP!" Becky screamed as his stomach slapped against hers. "YOU ARE SOOO BIG!"

Allison's own body was on fire as she listened to someone fucking for he first time. She knew she had the pizza money in her purse to pay for the pizza so she moved back downstairs to get rid of the pizza guy. 

*****

"Why didn't you tell us the pizza was here?" Becky grinned at Allison when she walked into the kitchen. 

"You were busy," Allison giggled as she took a big bite of the hot slice. 

"Thanks to you," Becky whispered in her ear before Tom walked around the doorway. 

"I'm starving," he grinned as he sat down across from Allison. 

"Tom and I were wondering if you would like to go with us to Disneyworld in a few weeks during spring break." Becky asked Allison as they cleaned up the kitchen. Tom and Matt were in the den. 

"Where would I sleep?" Allison asked suspiciously. 

"We have a two bedroom condo," Becky giggled. "I have just the nightgown for you to wear." 

"Don't you think this teasing will go too far?" Allison asked. "Also, I was planning on spending my spring break with my girlfriend Tina." 

Becky reached into her purse and pulled out a $100 bill and handed it to Allison. "Too bad I'm sure you would just love Florida." Allison held up the bill and looked at it. She had never owned a $100 bill before. "I'm sure Tina will understand," she grinned as she pushed the money deep down into the small pocket on the side of her skirt. 

*****

The trip to Florida was leaving early on a Saturday morning so Allison invited Jake over on Friday night for one last night. Her body had been on fire since the panty flashing at the Jenkins's house. Showing her body to Mr. Jenkins's had been a big turn-on and since her mom was out that evening she had decided to take her relationship with Jake to the next level. 

They were in the den watching a movie when Allison said she was going to change. 

"Change?" Jake repeated. "Why do you need to change?" Suddenly it hit him that she was going to put on something sexy for him. "Holy shit," he whispered as he watched her slim body walk up the stairs. 

It seemed as if she had been gone for hours when he finally heard her door open upstairs and saw her bare feet and legs walking down the stairs. His eyes traced up her bare calves to her bare thighs. "Shit," he gasped as he wondered if she was naked. Then he saw the bottom of a white lace baby doll nightie. 

"Wow!" Jake exclaimed when she walked into the room. The baby doll top had thin straps on her shoulders that fell to the tops of her bare chest. He could see the rise of her creamy white petite breasts and the dark shadows of her small nipples. 

"Well do you like?" Allison teased as she did a slow 360 degree turn. 

"Hell yes....I mean.....God Allison you look so........"

Before he could finish she turned and pulled up the back of the nightie until her naked buttocks appeared. She giggled and quickly dropped it. She turned and saw him now sitting forward about to reach out and grab her. 

"No, no touching," she commanded as she jumped backward. "If you try to touch me I'm changing back into my other clothing." 

"OK........," he quickly agreed. 

Allison smiled and moved up to his knees. She could see the huge bulge in his jeans and knew it had to be hurting him. "Take off your clothes." 

"What?" Jake asked even though he had clearly heard her command. "You want me to strip?" 

"Yes, if you strip then I'll strip," she giggled. She had never seen a totally naked male before.

Jake nervously pulled his tee shirt over his head and smiled. Even though he had intercourse with his last girlfriend they had always done it in the dark. Now, he was going to show his nakedness out in the well lit room. 

Allison smiled when she saw how nervous he was. Boys talk a big story but when the chips are down they are just as scared to take off their clothes as a girl is. "Faster." 

Jake quickly released the snap on his jeans and pushed them down and off his feet. He sat back in only his boxers which had a large tent in front of them. "How do I know you will do it too?" 

"You don't," she smiled. She knew she was holding the trump card. 

For a fleeting moment Jake thought about calling her bluff but was afraid she would just walk back upstairs. "I hope your mother won't be coming home early," he laughed as he lifted his hips and pushed the tight elastic over his raging hard-on. It popped out proudly and pointed upward as he kicked the boxers onto the jeans. 

"Your turn," Jake smiled. 

Allison couldn't take her eyes off of it. On the beach she had not really seen it in the dim light. There was no way her tiny pussy would ever take such a massive ram-rod. "I think I changed my mind," she teased as she turned to take a step towards the doorway. Suddenly Jake jumped up and blocked her way. 

"What are you doing?" she asked suddenly afraid she had taken the teasing game too far. Her body moved slowly backwards away from the long prick pointing up at her small chest. 

"Come on Allison take off your nightgown," Jake said with his arms crossed. 

"No touching," she repeated to make sure he was not expecting anything more. 

"Agreed." 

Allison was holding the trump card again as her trembling fingers pulled the baby doll top up over her stomach. She hesitated just under her breasts and then gave it a quick jerk up and off of her head. She saw his eyes capture her naked cupcakes with small cherries on the top. "They are not very big." 

"They are beautiful," Jake said smiling. 

Showing Jake her breasts was a whole lot different than the time Mr. Jenkins saw them in the pool. She didn't have to look down at them to know her nips were rock hard. Her eyes never left Jake's rocket as she slowly pushed down her skimpy silky white panties. 

The only sound in the room was the deep breathing from within their bodies. Allison stepped out of her panties and stood erect. They both were lost not sure of what to do. Jake started walking towards her. 

"No touching," Allison whispered before she bit on her lower lip. She wanted so much to grab his hard penis but knew he would want to do the same to her and probably more. Both watched the tip of his shaft as it moved to within two inches of her upper stomach. 

"God Allison you're driving me nuts," Jake groaned. His begging eyes told how much suffering he was in. 

Allison relaxed somewhat after realizing she was once again in control. "Kiss my lips....but just my lips." 

Jake sighed and leaned his upper body forward until only their lips touched. He fought the urge to grab her body tightly against his. Her tongue licked across his lips until both of their mouths opened for a deep wet kiss. Allison broke the kiss and said, "Kiss my nipple...but just my nipple." 

Jake quickly lowered his face until his lips were even with her right nip. His eyes guided his lips until they pushed against the hard digit. 

Allison moaned when his mouth opened and his tongue flicked onto her small bud. She wanted to hold his head there but it was against her no other touching rule. "The other one." 

Jake's lips left a light trail of dampness as he moved from the right breast to the left one. He peeked down and saw her dark bush only a few inches below his mouth. He wondered if it was his entrée. He hungrily gobbled up her other nipple and sucked until she moaned again. 

Allison tried to gather enough nerve to tell him to kiss between her legs like Tina had done but was having trouble finding the words, "Kiss me.........down........." 

Jake didn't wait for her to finish as he dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed his face between her trembling thighs. His nose parted her thick bush enough for his tongue to find her damp slit. He had performed oral sex on his last girlfriend but it was in the dark. He wished he could see her pussy but it was impossible in the position they were in. His prayers were answered when Allison pulled away and sat down in the large chair next to her. He looked at her face and saw her smiling as she opened her thighs as far as she could. "Don't you want to finish?" 

Jake walked on his hands and knees like a new puppy heading to its food dish. With a quick turn at her knee his face headed right towards Pussyville. He stopped when he saw her opened gash. 

"Come on puppy," Allison giggled. Her eyes closed when Jake's tongue once again flicked across her hot and hard clit. It only took a minute for Allison's body to explode. "NOW JAKE NOW!" 

A few minutes later Allison opened her eyes and looked at the clock. They still have 30 minutes of safe time and she wanted to do some tasting of her own before her mother came home. "Move back and take my place." 

Jake's heart skipped a few beats when he realized it was finally his turn. He hurried into the chair and waited for Allison to get onto her knees. 

"Close your eyes and don't peek," she giggled. 

Jake wanted so bad to watch her explore his manhood but knew he had to keep playing her little game. His hard-on was now at full mast as she moved between his thighs. With his eyes closed his sense of touch was now in control. Where would she kiss or touch first? Finally he felt some light pressure on his hard sac and wondered if she was kissing him with her lips or tongue. Then he realized it was warm air. Shit, she was blowing on his balls. 

"Ahhh," he moaned while pushing his hips forward trying to make contact with her mouth but she only giggled and moved backwards. He had wanted a blow job but not like this. 

Jake thought that she could not drive him crazier until the hot air moved slowly up his hard-on until it reached the tip. Her mouth had to be so close. He tried to resist but couldn't as he peeked out to see Allison's puckered lips almost touching his damp crown.

"OH GOD PLEASE...," he begged. 

She giggled. "Do you want me to kiss it?" 

"Yessssssss," he gasped out at her. When her soft lips touched the mushroom head his hips pushed upward until his tip pushed between her lips. He thought she would pull back but she instead opened her mouth and sucked in his whole crown. 

"OH FUCK...," he groaned. 

She popped her mouth off and licked her lips. "Close your eyes." 

Jake again shut his eyelids and breathed out heavily when her mouth returned. As she held the large tip in her mouth her tongue explored him. He knew her mouth was too small to really give him a read blowjob but right now knowing Ms. Virgin had his prick in her mouth was more than enough to bring him to the summit and over the top. "I'M COMING!" he shouted to give her a warning but he was too late as his hot juices filled her mouth. She tried to pull away and breath but the cum filled her throat. She pulled away and gagged and coughed. 

"Oh shit I'm sorry Allison," Jake said as he moved down on the floor next to her. She finally took a big breath and grabbed her nightgown. 

"I think you better leave," she said as she ran from the room and up the stairs. 

"Shit," he said as he pulled on his boxers and jeans. Just when he thinks things are rolling along well something happens. He waited a few minutes to see if she was coming back down but realized she wasn't so he left. 




Sleeping Beauty



*****

Allison gargled and brushed her teeth to get his taste from her mouth. She called Tina and told her the big news. 

"You gave him a blowjob!" Tina exclaimed on the other end of the line. 

"Well not really a blowjob. More like a tip job," she laughed. She hung up the phone and spent the next hour packing for her trip. When her mother came home she kissed her goodnight and went to bed. The Jenkins' would be there early the next morning. 

*****

It was an eight hour drive to Disneyworld so leaving at 6:00AM would get them into Orlando around three since they would stop a few times along the way. Tom and Becky sat in the front at first while he drove. Matt and Allison quickly fell back to sleep in the rear of the large SUV. 

Around 8:30AM they stopped for a quick snack at which time Becky took over driving and asked Matt to move up front with her. It left Tom and Allison in the rear seats. 

"So what does your boyfriend think about you going away this week?" Tom asked the young girl now sitting so dangerously close to him. 

"He wasn't happy about it," Allison grinned at the handsome man. She was wearing loose cotton shorts and a baggy tee shirt. 

"I don't blame him," Tom smiled. Allison had her feet up onto the back of Matt's chair which caused her loose shorts to fall back onto her lower stomach. Since she was slightly facing towards the window the chance of seeing up under the shorts was very slim. At least it was until she moved her pillow to the window and turned to face him. 

Allison's eyes were closed but she knew he could now see the sheer panties again under her shorts. It was so obvious of Becky to bring Matt up to the front with her so she could do her magic on Tom. The poor man had six more hours in the car with her. 

Tom tried not to keep staring at the darkness behind Allison's sheer undies but his eyes couldn't move away. He had thought the flashing the other night was an accident but now realized the girl was doing it on purpose. Maybe she was not as innocent as she made on to be? His wife and son seem to be distracted playing a road game in the front so after about fifteen minutes he decided to take a big gamble. 

"Why don't you lie back and put your feet on my legs?" Tom whispered to Allison as she pretended to be sleeping. Before she could object Tom grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet onto his legs. 

Allison was not prepared to having her body touch his. So far it had just been looking. She thought about pulling away but her body wouldn't let her. She moved the pillow lower and moved onto her back. Again her shorts moved down her thighs until her panties were once again exposed. She wondered just how brave he would be with his wife and kid in the front seats. 

Tom waited a few minutes before he slipped his hand onto her ankle. He felt her body jerk slightly but she didn't open her eyes or object. His fingers did not move for almost five minutes when his fingertips made small circles around her ankle bone. This time she did not move. 

His touch was driving her pussy mad with lust. Her legs had opened so far that she could feel the cool air close to her hot pussy. This meant the panties had pulled to the side allowing much of her bush to be exposed. His fingers were moving up and away from her ankle and were now at the bottom of her calve. 

"There's a blanket in the back if you are cold," Becky yelled from the front seat. Even though she had been playing games with Matt she heard and could see what was going on in the rear. If Tom was turned on so much just seeing Allison, she knew he would be hornier if he got to touch her some. 

Tom quickly pulled his hand away when Becky yelled but relaxed and smiled when she suggested the blanket. He reached behind him and pulled the blanket down over Allison's prone body. Only her head was exposed as she smiled and again pretended to be asleep. 

Tom's fingers wasted no time as they returned quickly to her tender calve and then slowly up to her knee. As they made slow progress up between Allison's thighs the girl shifted her hips closer to him so he wouldn't have to reach as far. After about five minutes his fingers were touching the dampness close to her holey ground. 

"Daddy will you play the license game with us?" Matt said from the front. 

"Let your daddy relax," Becky said. "He will drive again later." She looked into the mirror and saw the beads of sweat pouring down from his temple. 

Again Tom froze his fingers when his wife spoke. He realized he was taking too big of a gamble trying to touch this girl's pussy with his wife nearby. What if she really was sleeping and woke up with his finger in her slit? 

Allison was frustrated because it was taking him forever to reach her hot pussy. Suddenly she felt his fingers slowly pulling away and reached down to grab them. Her eyes opened and looked into his. 

Tom about shit his pants when Allison grabbed his hand. At first he thought she would be pissed but realized when he saw her smile that she wanted him to touch her. It was decision time again for him and it didn't take much to allow his fingers to be pulled into the thick damp curly bush waiting so impatiently for him to arrive. His fingers curled their way into the wet mat and as he finally touched the ridge of her damp lips the car slowed and moved onto the exit ramp. 

"I think its time for a potty break," Becky grinned. She knew Tom had possibly touched the young girl's privates but didn't want him to do it very long. 

Again Tom pulled his hand back. "I don't need to go," he said horny as hell. 

"I do," little Matt said. 

'Me too," Allison giggled as she pulled the blanket away which gave the desperate husband a view for the first time of her thin pink slit. She quickly pushed down her shorts and moved her foot from his lap. 

Becky and Allison went into the ladies room and Tom took Matt into the men's room. 

When noticing no one else was in the restroom Becky smiled at Allison. "I notice Tom's pants were quite full when he left the car." 

"I.........he........he put my foot on.........his lap and....," Allison stuttered. 

Becky laughed. "I could tell what was going on. I figure by the time we get to the Florida border he will be ready to jump me." 

Allison was nervous because the man had done more than just look at her. "He was touching my leg and..." 

Becky smiled as she moved in front of the girl and put her hand on the inside of the girl's thigh. "Did he touch you here?" 

Allison moaned when the woman's fingers quickly traced up under the loose shorts and pulled her panties to the side. Before she could object her finger tips pushed into her damp bush and into her dripping slit. "OH GOD!" the girl moaned again as she put her hands on Becky's shoulders for support. 

"No, not like that," Allison said trying to get her breath. The woman's fingers quickly explored her virginhood. 

"Wow, a real virgin," Becky whispered. Her finger returned to the girl's hard clit. 

"Someone might come in," Allison panted as she looked over the woman's shoulder at the closed door. 

"I don't mind my husband looking at your pussy but don't get any ideas," Becky whispered. Her fingers were quickly bringing the girl to a climax. "Agreed?" 

"Oh God Yes," she moaned. She forgot about the door as her body exploded. She pulled Becky into her as she fought back a scream. 

Becky smiled and moved into one of the stalls. She pulled out a bunch of toilet paper and handed it to Allison. "Here dry off." 

Allison did as Becky said and as they exited the restroom Becky whispered, "When you get horny I'll take care of your needs." 

"OK," Allison giggled.

*****

Becky drove for another two hours and Allison continued to sit in various positions next to Tom to give him views of her panties and even a few shots down her loose tee shirt. He asked if she wanted the blanket again but this time she said no. She didn't want Becky to get the wrong idea. 

After a break for lunch Tom took over the driving and it was Allison and Matt again in the rear seats. They played some games and even watched a DVD on the drop down screen. Around 3:00PM they pulled into the condo parking lot. 

"We're here," Tom announced. 

"GOODY!" Matt screamed. "Let's go to Disneyworld!"

"Not today honey," Becky said. "Today we will just relax and go in the pool." 

Allison followed the couple and their son into the condo doorway and noticed it was not as big as they had made on. It had one bedroom and bunk beds placed in a long hallway. 

"This is not what they told us," Becky said. She immediately got on the phone and called the front desk. After a heated conversation the woman slammed the phone down. "They said the literature said two sleeping areas and not two bedrooms." 

"Can I sleep on the top bunk?" Matt said smiling as he climbed up the small ladder on the bottom. 

"Sure," Tom laughed. "As long as Allison doesn't mind sleeping on the bottom bunk I think this place will do fine." 

"It's OK with me," the girl said smiling. She caught the man's eyes looking at her ass in the large mirrored wall. 

"There's only one bath," Becky said still upset with the place. 

Tom pulled her into him for a hug. "Relax and have some fun," he whispered. His fingers pushed dangerously down to the top of her buttocks. 

"The trip has gotten him hot," Becky thought and she needed a quick release herself because fingering the girl had increased her body temperature as well. "Why don't Tom and I unpack and take a short rest while you two unpack your stuff out here?" 

Allison could see Tom's hand on his wife's butt and grinned. "Come one Matt I'll help you unpack." 

"I can do it myself," the boy said as he quickly climbed down from the top bunk. Before Allison could grab her suitcase the bedroom door was closed and she could hear their bodies falling onto the bed through the thin door. Then the music from the small alarm clock soon rang out through the door. 

"Hurry," Becky begged her husband as she lay naked on her back with her legs spread wide open. She watched as he stripped off his shirt and shorts and pushed down his boxers. "Fuck me," she whispered while sucking on his tender earlobe. 

Tom was about to pop as soon as his shaft pushed into the hot damp entrance between her thighs. His eyes were closed as he pretended it was Allison's body he was pushing in and out of. 

"Slow down," Becky moaned as she felt his hips racing to the finish line. The problem was that she was not there yet. 

"OH GOD!" he cried as his hot juices splashed against the rear of her oven. 

"Oh no not yet," Becky groaned. Her hips raced to catch up but it was too late. He tried to pull out but her fingers clutched onto his hips. "Not yet." 

"Honey I'm done," Tom sighed. 

Becky was desperate as she bit on his ear again. "I saw you looking at Allison's body when you two were in the back seat." 

Tom panicked as he thought about lying to her. "I................uh........" 

"It's OK," she giggled. "You can look as much as you want." She felt him relaxed and continued her verbal teasing. "I know you saw her little titties in the pool last week." Suddenly she felt a small twitch of his soft penis. 

Tom couldn't believe his wife was talking like this. 

"What else have you seen?" She asked as she sucked his earlobe in and out of her mouth like a small prick. 

"Becky.....oh....," he moaned. His mind brought back mental images of her dark bush and cute little round ass. He felt his prick getting harder and harder as his wife talked about the sweat young thing in the next room. 

"Have you seen her panties?" Becky whispered as her tongue jabbed into his ear. 

"Ye..........yessss," he moaned. His prick was now hard enough to start round two. 

"Ummm," she moaned when she felt his shaft swell to push again at the sides of her love tunnel. Her hips rose up to meet his. 

Both adults soon reached a hot passionate level deep within their bodies. It was the next words from Becky's mouth that put them both over the edge. 

"Fuck me. Pretend I'm Allison." 

"Oh FUCK!" Tom groaned. His wife was telling him to imagine it was the girl's pussy he was now fucking. "Oh........Allison." he moaned. 

"Fuck me Mr. Jenkins," Becky whispered in his ear as she held on to his pulsing hips. 

***** Matt had gone to the bathroom so Allison moved over to the bedroom door to listen to their lovemaking sounds. She heard Becky ask if he had seen her panties. She moved her ear closer to the door and heard his answer of yes. "Stay in there a little longer," Allison thought as she looked at the bathroom door. 

"Fuck me. Pretend I'm Allison," she heard the woman say. Suddenly the squeaking of the bed got louder and louder until it was banging against the wall. She giggled when she heard Becky say, "Fuck me Mr. Jenkins." And this was just the start of the week. 

"What are you doing?" Matt asked when he opened the door and saw Allison standing by the bedroom door. 

"Just getting my pen," Allison quickly replied as she opened her book bag and pulled out a pen. She grabbed the boy's hand and led him back into the living area. 

*****

"God that was fantastic," Becky said as they lay on their backs looking up at the small light fixture over the bed. 

Tom smiled as he turned and looked at his wife. "You don't care if I look at Allison." 

Becky curled her fingers around his soft penis. "Look all you want but this is mine." She smiled as she thought of the past week which was one of the most passionate weeks of their marriage. 

*****

It was after dinner on the way out that Tom whispered in Allison's ear as they waited for Matt and Becky to come out of the restroom. "You know we are very happy with the way you are with our son. I'm going to give you an extra $50 a day." 

Allison looked at him and smiled. "You don't have to give me any more money." 

"Shhh," he grinned. "This is just between you and me. My wife does not need to know." 

"Are you sure?" Allison said realizing she would be now making $130 a day. 

"Yes, but it has to be our secret," Tom said smiling. Before he could react Allison moved forward and gently kissed him on his cheek. "I won't say a word," she whispered. 

*****

It was about 9:00PM when they returned to the room and Matt had to take a bath before going to bed. While he played in the tub the other three sat around watching a movie. Allison was wearing her jeans and a tee shirt and Becky was wearing a dress. 

"Tom, will you check on Matt and tell him to get out of the tub?" Becky asked. 

"Sure," the man said smiling before he stood and walked into the bathroom. 

After he left Allison turned to Becky. "Do you want me to wear that nightgown tonight?" 

Becky chuckled. "I don't think Tom has much left for today. Let's save it for tomorrow night." 

After about ten minutes Tom and Matt returned from the bedroom with the boy in his pajamas. "Good night," he said as he moved over and kissed his mother. After the kiss he turned and kissed his father and then waited for his parents to kiss each other. It was a before bed ritual they had done since he was big enough to know what was going on. He smiled and moved over to Allison and lightly kissed her on her lips. She blushed and smiled but the boy stood there waiting. 

"OK now you have to kiss Mommy and Daddy," he said with his hands on his hips. 

"She doesn't have to," Tom said realizing Allison was blushing. 

"Yes she does," Becky said smiling. She held out her hands for the girl to come to her. 

Allison's heart beat faster as she moved into the woman's arms and leaned forward for what she thought would be a light peck but instead Becky pressed her slightly opened mouth hard against her own. Her eyes opened wide when the tip of the woman's tongue snaked between her lips. She tried to push back but the woman held her tight until the tongue tickled against her own. 

Becky was excited to be kissing the girl in front of her husband like this. Her head was turned in front of Matt so he did not know just how passionate it was. After thirty seconds or so she pushed away. 

"OK now my daddy," Matt said smiling. 

"Allison, you don't have to if you don't want to," Tom said nervously. 

Allison looked at Becky to make sure it was OK and saw her smile. "I guess I'm part of the family now while we are here," she said as she leaned over and closed her eyes when her lips were very close to his. 

Tom knew his wife had kissed the girl with an open mouth and knew it was meant to turn him on. If she could do it and the girl didn't mind then so could he. He smiled at his wife as he pressed his lips against Allison's. As soon as their lips touched her mouth slightly opened to invite his tongue inside. He took the invitation. 

Allison's body was on fire as she swapped tongues with the grown man. His hand was touching her waist and was only inches from the bottom of her petite breast. 

"OK you two," Becky announced. "Kissy-Time is up. Now go to bed Matt." 

"OK, tomorrow is Disneyworld," the boy said as he jumped down the hallway and up onto the top bunk. 

Allison moved back to her seat next to the long sofa where Tom and Becky sat. She really enjoyed Kissy-Time and wondered if they would do it every night before the boy went to bed. They watched the movie and around 11:30PM Tom said he was tired and went into the bedroom. 

"Why don't you come over here?" Becky asked Allison as the news came on. The girl smiled and moved next to the woman. 

"Did you like Kissy-Time?" Becky whispered as she put an arm around Allison's back and massaged her shoulder. 

Allison giggled. "Yes." 

"Have you ever kissed a girl before me?" 

"Yes," Allison answered thinking back to her affair with Tina. 

"Is that all you did?" Becky's fingers pulled out the neckband on the shirt and slipped down along her collarbone. 

"No," Allison replied as she leaned over towards the woman to make it easy for her to reach her chest. 

"Did you do this?" Becky whispered when her fingers traced down over the small bumps and onto the hard nipple. She heard the girl moan. "You are real hot aren't you?" 

"Yes." 

"We can't make much noise." 

"I can be quiet." 

Becky turned and switched off the lamp on the table next to the sofa. Only the light from the T.V. lit up the dim room. Today was the first time she had ever touched another female and now was going to do it again. 

Allison closed her eyes and leaned back onto the soft breasts of the woman while the woman's fingers moved down and unsnapped her jeans. She sucked in her stomach to allow the fingers freedom to slide slowly down under her panties and into the damp forest of hair. She wished they were both naked and she could return the pleasures but knew it would be taking too much of a chance with her family so close by. She sighed and opened her legs when the fingers again found her hard clitoris. 

Becky took her time this time playing and teasing the babysitter. She too wished they were both naked as she could kiss and taste this girl's virgin nectar and maybe even have her do the same in return. Almost ten minutes of finger-fucking good times brought the girl to her second climax. She kept her promise and held her screams inside. 

*****

Tom was the first one up the next morning and tip-toed out of the bedroom to keep from waking up his wife. He had woke up early and tried to go back to sleep but the thought of the young girl lying on the bottom bunk just outside of his room prevented him from dozing off. The hallway was still quite dark however when he opened the door the light from the bedroom highlighted the girl's body lying on top of the bedspread. She was face down and the short nightshirt rested up over her hips allowing his eyes to see her marvelous ass covered by white panties with small roses scattered about. 




Sleeping Beauty



"Shit," Tom thought as his body froze. These panties were sexier than the sheer ones because they were the kind worn by young girls. One side of the panties was pressed into her ass crack thus showing her whole pink buttock. He wanted to reach down and touch it but held back as he quickly moved into the bathroom for a cold shower. 

Becky heard her husband get up and peeked out as he looked at Allison on the bunk bed. She smiled and moved out of bed herself until she was looking at the same sight her husband had just minutes before. Her session last night with Allison on the sofa had increased her interest in girl-girl sex a lot. She moved down to her knees next to the small bed and leaned forward until her lips pressed against Allison's bare cheek. 

Allison too was in and out of sleep and found herself dreaming or thinking about what had happened yesterday. She heard the bedroom door open and opened her eyes enough to see the large shadow on the wall behind the bed which meant it was Mr. Jenkins's standing by her bed looking at her. She grinned after realizing he had spent a lot of time looking at her ass. When he left to go into the bath she dozed off again until she dreamed someone was kissing her.............oh God it wasn't a dream... she felt lips on her bare buttock. 

"So soft," Becky thought as her mouth moved up and over the soft pink cushion. As her lips moved south to the bottom of the girl's ass she felt Allison's body turning towards her. She moved her lips up and saw the girl's smiling face. 

"Good morning," Allison whispered. 

Becky smiled. "Good morning." Her eyes moved down the girl's body to the tiny panties. The shower was still running in the bathroom and Matt had not moved up in the top buck so she decided to go for it. Her mouth moved down again and kissed the soft silky inner thigh. 

Allison closed her eyes and smiled as she opened her legs. She thought about pushing down her panties but decided she might need to be wearing then when Tom came out of the bathroom. Her dilemma was soon over when she felt Becky's fingers pulling the panties to the side enough to allow her mouth to press into her wanton pussy. For $130 a day she got oral sex. Not bad. 

Becky pushed her tongue through the thick growth until it pressed against the top of the girl's pussy. She followed the pink path downward over the small hard bump to the bottom of the wet canal. Her fingers parted the hairs and her tongue took the northern route back up. This time her lips pushed downward until they capture the small pleasure button. Although she had never gone down on a female she had it done many times to her so what to do was not a problem. Suddenly she heard the shower turn off and looked up at the begging face of the girl. 

Allison wanted to cum so bad but knew they were taking a chance. When Becky pulled her panties back over her bush and pulled down her nightshirt Allison sighed. "Later," Becky whispered as she moved back into the bedroom. 

*****

After showers and breakfast the foursome jumped into the vehicle and headed to the gates of Disneyworld. 

Tom parked the SUV and they all jumped on the tram that took them to the main gate. He paid for all four of them and they proceeded down Main Street USA. 

"Where does everyone want to go first?" Becky asked as she looked at the map. 

"How about Frontierland?" Tom asked as he looked at all of the attractions. The one he was most interested in was Splash Mountain especially if he could get Allison in the front seat. 

"OK," Becky replied. "We have all week so we can go to a different section each day." 

Allison held onto Matt's hand as they maneuvered through the crowd. They had a little trouble keeping pace with Tom who was almost running to get in line at Splash Mountain. 

"I'm not planning on getting wet," Becky laughed as they watched the giant log boats carrying the people to the exit ramp. The people in the front of the boat were drenched. 

"Come on don't be a party-pooper," Tom laughed. The line was not as long as they had thought and it was moving pretty fast. When they got to the first boat Tom pulled Allison in front of him and whispered, "let's sit in the front of the log boat." 

Becky smiled as she guided Matt to the back of the boat. Her husband was so obvious pushing the young girl to the front and knew the white tee-shirt and tan shorts she was wearing would be almost transparent when she got wet. 

"Here we GO!" Tom shouted back towards his son as Allison sat directly in front of him on the same seat. Her ass was only inches from the front of his growing member. As the log boat climbed up the steep incline Allison's body slipped backwards until she felt his body and the hard lump in his shorts. She smiled and did a slight wiggle against his manhood. 

The first sudden drop down to a pool of cool water was not so bad and only a little spray moved over the front and onto Allison. But it was enough to get her shirt damp and the front of her shorts wet. The log moved up again and into a dark tunnel. As soon as the light faded away Tom moved his hands up from the seat to the top of Allison's thighs. He expected her to push them away but she just leaned back harder against his shaft. 

"Mommy I'm SCARED!" Matt yelled from the back. 

"Are you scared?" Tom whispered in Allison's ear as he moved his fingers slowly up to the edge of her shorts. The log twisted sharply to the right and back to the left which drove his hand up under the shorts until his fingers pressed against her damp panties. 

"Should I be?" she whispered back to him. Her fingers moved down and over his hand. 

"Shit," Tom thought, "She is going to pull my hand away." But instead Allison's fingers moved down under his fingertips to pull her moist panties to the side. As his fingers parted the dripping matt of hair the light from the front showed they were about to exit the tunnel and make the big drop. He quickly explored her hot slit until he discovered she was indeed a virgin. At that moment the front of the log pushed out into the opening and then almost straight down. 

The wall of water splash up and over the front of the boat totally drenching both Allison and Tom whose fingers were still trying to explore her virgin gash. As the log moved down the stream they moved closer to where the next riders were in line and he had to pull his fingers from her honey pot. 

Allison knew she had a wet tee-shirt and knew the people in line could see her small mounds and raisin tips but she didn't care. Tom's fingers on her pussy had turned her on so much she wanted and needed relief and knew only Becky would give it to her. As Tom pulled her up from the log she saw him glaring at her damp clothing and exposed body. "You are so bad," she whispered. At the same time she noticed his beige shorts were soaked enough for her to see the outline of his hard-on. 

"Over here you two," Becky directed towards them. When they got closer the woman pulled out on the front of Allison's shirt. "I think you got a little too wet." 

"Mommy, I want to go over to Tom Sawyer's Island," Matt said as he pulled on her blouse. 

"Good idea," Becky said. "Maybe you two can dry off some," she said giving her husband a dirty look. 

When they made it to the island Becky told Tom and Matt to go ahead of them up the rocks to the entrance to the caves. 

"Was my husband getting too frisky on the log boat?" Becky asked Allison as they took their time climbing up through the rocks. 

"Yes," Allison giggled. 

"God, he touched you didn't he?" Becky whispered when she saw the passionate look on the girl's face. 

"Yes." 

They moved up to the entrance to the cave and didn't see Tom or Matt. "Let's go this way," Becky whispered as she pulled the girl to the right cave entrance. 

Sounds of laughter could be heard further into the cave to the right so the woman guided them to the left. They read some words on the wall of the cave about Injun Joe and walked further until they turned into a dead end. "Over here," Becky said as she pulled the girl behind a large wall. 

"What are you.........." Allison started to say until the woman's mouth moved forward to capture her own. Before she knew what was going on a hot tongue slashed between her lips and found her own. She felt fingers on the snap of her shorts and the zipper being lowered. 

"Shhh," Becky whispered as her body moved down taking the girl's shorts and panties with her. The woman smiled as she moved her mouth up and into the dripping pussy waiting impatiently for her tongue. Becky Jenkins, not Becky Thatcher, was in Injun Joe's cave sucking on another female's pussy. 

"Oh God," Allison moaned as she leaned back against the wall with her legs spread widely. The woman was making good on her promise to please her whenever she needed it and after the log ride she definitely needed it now. 

Becky's tongue tried to push through the thick growth and had a rough time reaching its destination. She made a note to help the girl trim her bush so it would be easier next time. Her fingers held the ticket open which allowed her lips and tongue to devour the girl's hot slit. 

"Don't stop please." 

Becky didn't stop this time until the girl's fingers clawed at her head. She heard a deep moan and then a loud scream. "Shit," Becky said as she pulled back from the satisfied girl. Others would hear the scream and come running. 

"Quick, get dressed," Becky whispered as she moved back into the cave to stop anyone coming their way. Suddenly a young man wearing a uniform ran up to her. "Are you alright ma'am?" 

Becky opened her mouth but heard Allison's voice behind her. "It was me. I got scared." 

"There's nothing in these caves that will hurt you," the guy said worried that the girl was going to freak out on him or something. 

"I'm OK now," Allison said glancing over at Becky. Ten minutes later they made it to the escape tunnel and found Tom and Matt waiting. 

"It took you long enough," Tom said looking suspiciously at his wife. After the wet kiss she had given Allison last night he was starting to wonder if she was doing more than kissing the girl. 

"We got lost," Allison giggled. Her shirt and shorts had dried out pretty well now. 

From Tom Sawyer's Island they moved into the Country Bear Jamboree and had to see it twice before Matt would leave. They headed out of Frontierland and back to Main Street. 

"Let's all get Costumes," Becky said as she pasted the Disney Clothier place. 

"You can be Goofy," Becky said to Tom as she held up the costume. 

"Thanks," he laughed. "And you can be the Mean Witch." 

"I want to be Mickey Mouse," Matt said holding up the Mickey costume. 

Becky picked up the Sleeping Beauty costume and handed it to Allison. "This is definitely you." 

"Are you going to buy the Witch costume?" 

"Sure, and maybe I'll cast a spell later when we all wear these?" 

"Tom you have to be one of the seven dwarfs," Becky said leading him to the dwarf rack. "Dopey!" she said laughing. 

"Thanks again," he laughed. "How about I be Prince Charming?" 

"Now that would be a stretch," Becky laughed. "OK get what you want." They all picked out their sizes and headed for the hallway of dressing rooms. 

"I'll help Matt," Becky said smiling as she pulled back the curtain on the large doorway leading into one of the two dressing rooms. 

"Do you want me to help you put on your costume?" Tom joked. 

Allison didn't answer as she pulled opened the curtain and walked inside. 

Tom leaned against the wall waiting for his turn when the curtain to Allison's dressing room opened and her face pushed out. "Well are you coming in?" 

Tom looked back at the dressing room where Becky and Matt was and took a deep breath. His wife had said he could look as much as he wanted. He walked into the small opening and turned to see Allison pulling the curtain back into place. 

"I was........." Tom started to say "just kidding", but Allison put her finger on his lips to be quiet. Sweat poured down his forehead as he watched her turn to face the large mirror. She didn't hesitate as she pulled the still damp tee-shirt up and off her head. The top half of her body was naked in the mirror. She smiled at him as she teasingly unsnapped her shorts and pushed down the zipper. 

Tom was having trouble breathing as his eyes followed her fingers up to the waistband of her shorts and watched as she pushed the tight covering down over her skimpy white bikini panties to her knees. The movement also lowered her panties until the top of her pubic mound was visible. She didn't pull her panties back up. 

"Don't I get to see you?" Allison whispered in a little girl's voice as she toyed with the waistband of her undies. 

"My wife..." he whispered back now nervous to be stripping in front of this young girl. 

"She doesn't care," she said as she moved forward to undress him herself. 

Tom held up his arms to allow her to pull his tee-shirt off his upper body. A small pouch of his stomach lay over the waistband of his shorts which she quickly released. Not damp anymore the shorts fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them and stood proudly displaying his hard-on which was pushing out the front of his blue boxers. 

Allison stepped back and giggled when she saw his condition. Only her panties and his boxers prevented them from seeing each other totally naked. She put her fingers back into the waistband of her panties and waited for him to do the same to his boxers. As her fingers pushed down so did his until they both stopped the movement at their knees. With her panties around her knees Allison stood back up and watched as he did the same. There in front of her was his monstrous shaft in all its glory. He was indeed bigger than Jake. 

Tom's body was losing control and his hands and mouth wanted to capture her wonderful nakedness. He pushed off his boxers and moved towards her. 

Allison panicked when she saw him coming at her. Up until now it had only been teasing and she had promised Becky it would not be anymore than that. Her mind thought one thing but her hand another when it curled around his hot pecker. She remembered how Jake had showed her and immediately began jerking him off. 

"Oh God," Tom moaned when she started masturbating him. His hands moved up to cup her little titties. 

"Hey you two don't take too long in there," Becky yelled from outside in the hallway. "Matt and I will be outside in our costumes." 

Allison's hand froze when she heard Becky's voice but quickly continued stroking when she realized they had a few more minutes. Her other hand cupped his huge sac while she squeezed and jerked him off. 

"Don't stop," Tom whispered with his face bright red and the veins popping out on his forehead. "Faster....oh....OH........OHHH!" His hands moved from her petite breasts to her shoulders as he climaxed and shot his juices up over her chest. 

"Now I AM Snow White," Allison giggled as she looked down at the gobs of white cum covering her breasts. 

"Here use these," Tom said smiling as he handed her his boxers. She smiled as she wiped his pleasure from her chest and handed the sticky underwear back to him. 

"I think I'll just leave them here," he laughed as he tossed them into a small waste can. "Hurry let's get dressed."

Allison pulled back on her panties and made sure to bend at the waist when she put them on to show him her cute ass. She giggled when he kissed it and quickly put on the Sleeping Beauty costume. When he had on his Prince Charming costume they walked out to find Becky and Matt. 

"It took you two long enough," Becky said with a sly grin. She knew things had now progressed past the teasing stage for Allison and Tom. 

The shop keeper took their photos and they headed back into the dressing rooms to put on their regular clothes. "Take your clothes in Matt's room," Becky said. Tom grabbed his shorts and shirt and did what she said. 

Allison had her costume off and was standing in only her panties when Becky came into the dressing room. "Did you two have fun in here?" 

"Yes," Allison answered. 

Becky walked over to the waste can and pulled out her husbands soaked boxers. "So I see. I thought I told you his penis was mine?" 

Allison's smile changed quickly into her biting her lower lip in fear. "I thought it was OK." 

Becky didn't show any emotion as she moved to the girl and whispered, "It is but tonight you will do what I want. OK?" 

"Yes," Allison whispered back. 

"Anything that I want." 

"Yes," the girl said in fear and total excitement. Neither said a word as they dressed and met the guys outside. Tom paid for the costumes and they decided they had enough of the Magic Kingdom for one day. As they walked to the car from the tram Becky pulled Allison aside. "Since you are now doing more than just teasing I'm going to give you $100 a day." 

Allison smiled as she looked at Tom walking ahead of her. "And he's giving me $50 a day so now I'm getting $150 a day and learning about sex at the same time." 

*****

The rest of the afternoon went slow as they swam and played with Matt in the busy pool by the condo. Dinner at Chucky Cheese was fun and by seven O'Clock little Matt was dead tired. Tom carried him into the bedroom and closed the door. The adults had the rest of the evening for some nasty fun. 

"I think it's time for Sleeping Beauty," Becky grinned as she grabbed the costume bag and took out Allison's and her costumes. "Put yours on out here," she said to Tom. 

"What are we going to do?" Allison asked the woman as they both stripped in the small bathroom. 

"We are going to play a trick on Prince Charming," Becky said smiling. After about ten minutes or so playing around I want you to pretend to fall fast asleep."

"Like Sleeping Beauty right?" 

"Yes, but I'm going to tell Tom that I drugged your Coke during dinner and that you are really knocked out. Whatever we do to you don't open your eyes and show him you are faking it." 

"What........what are you going to do to me?" she asked as she pulled on the long gown. 

"Don't worry it will just be touching and kissing," Becky answered. "Do you think you can pretend to be asleep?" 

"I think so," she giggled. 

They finished dressing and walked out into the large living area arm in arm. 

"Why it's the old Witch and Sleeping Beauty," Tom said as he stood in his green tights, jacket and white shirt. 

"Nice tights," Becky said as she lifted the front of the jacket exposing the large lump of penis and balls. 

"I don't know how you women wear pantyhose," he said pushing down his jacket. 

"We don't have the same problem you do," Allison giggled. 

"OK if I remember the Wicked Witch gave Sleeping Beauty the apple which put her to sleep," Becky said smiling. 

"No that was Snow White," Allison laughed. "Sleeping Beauty was pricked......" She started giggling. "I mean the witch made her prick her finger which put a curse on her so she would die when she reached her sixteenth birthday. Then the fairies put her to sleep until the Prince came to kiss her and wake her up." 

"Didn't she turn the Prince into a toad?" Becky laughed as she waved her plastic wand at her husband in jest. 

"That was another story called the Frog Prince," Allison laughed. She suddenly stretched out her arms and made a giant yawn. "God, I'm really getting sleepy." She moved to the sofa and leaned back while closing her eyes. 

"She's pretty good at acting," Prince Tom said as he grabbed a cold beer from the small refrigerator. 

"She's not acting," Becky said smiling. To get Tom to believe it she moved over and gently shook Allison's body. "See." 

"Yeah right," Tom laughed. If his wife wanted him to kiss the girl and wake her up he was all for it. 




Sleeping Beauty



The warm breeze coming through the open window made the sheer curtains dance about. The large full moon shone in through their large picture window and the moon's light fell upon naked flesh. The naked flesh of a curvy woman with ample breasts. Her soft breathing seemed to coincide with the wind. Her milky skin stood out from the jet black satin sheets which caressed her body. The moonlight stared at her, just as something else did.

Across the room eyes gleamed from the shadows. No face could be seen, only those eyes. The eyes looked to be that of a hungry wolf, and little did the sleeping woman know, she is what he wished to feast upon. The man stood there for quite some time watching her. Or, was he thinking of his move? Time moved slowly for him as he watched from a distance.

The woman softly moaned as she moved from sleeping on her side to her back. Her breasts parted along with her legs as she settled back onto the sleek sheets. The moonlight shone down on her as if she was on a stage. She was on show, but only for him. 

A sigh comes from the direction of those eyes and the words, "Damn mama" echoed from the darkness. 

Her hands above her head she was sleeping peacefully, but not for long.

The eyes parted from the shadows to reveal a very attractive man. His lengthy body toned, and well taken care of. His smile told it all. This woman was about to wake from her precious slumber only to be thrown into pure bliss, but only if she obeyed him. He grinned and chuckled at the thought of her very innocence which was about to be corrupted. The scent of his cologne filled the room. It was a scent she knew well, when she was awake.

Slow foot steps pattered across the hardwood floors. He neared the end of the bed gazing upon the flesh of this sumptuous woman. His mouth watered at the sight. This woman was his. As he continued staring at her, he got hard thinking of her moans and his name being shouted out in the middle of the night. For a brief moment he thought he shouldn't wake the sleeping beauty, but the thought didn't last long. 

"You won't awaken from a kiss my darling! You will wake to my tongue between those thighs!" he whispered.

She was a bit of a deep sleeper which made his plan even better. He slowly crawled onto the bed making sure not to disturb her just yet. Her legs were only open enough for him to see the spot he wanted so badly. He gently placed his hand on the inside of her right knee and moved it a few inches toward him. He position his body between her legs and stared at her pussy lips which he thought begged for him. He slowly took his index finger and brushed against those lips and hoped she wouldn't wake. She shifted a bit as goose bumps arose from her skin.

He moved his head between her legs and flicked his tongue over her lips. She moaned slightly but still did not wake. He grinned an evil grin as his plan was working well. He placed his hand next to her hot spot and just then, he pushed two fingers into her pussy as he ravished her clit. He looked up as he did this wanting to see her reaction. She sat straight up as she moaned loudly and opened her eyes to reveal her man doing what he loved to do. 

"Lay back baby! I'm hungry!" he directed her. 

She smiled and did as he asked. She parted her legs even more for his wonting tongue as she caressed her breasts.

He teased her over and over. Slowly pushing his fingers into her wetness as he rubbed her clit with his tongue ring until she was ready to climax, then he would stop. She moved her hand down to her wet pussy wanting to get off so badly that she was ready to do it herself. 

As she tried to play with herself, he pushed her hand away and said, "I'm not ready for you to cum, don't touch my pussy!" 

She was shocked by the words that came from his mouth but at the same time, it got her even wetter. 

"Baby, give me your cock please!!!" she begged.

He replied with, "You will get it when I want to give it to you, but if you can't be a good girl, you won't have an orgasm at all!"

She wondered where he got this Master attitude from, not that she minded, because it turned her on. She found herself grinning as she lay there enjoying the moment. He rose from between her legs and straddled her hips. 

"Sweet, he is ready to give it to me!" she thought to herself. 

He moved his face towards hers and kissed her as he bit her tongue and her soft lips. She stroked the back of his head and scratched the skin on his back as she raised her hips to grind on his hardness. When she rose up, he bit her neck hard. She screamed out as the pain poured into pleasure. 

"What makes you think I'm ready to give you what you want?" he whispered in her ear. 

This sent chills through her body and she softly whimpered as her clit was throbbing and was ready for release.

"Now then, be a good girl and put your mouth to work!" he said while lying down next to her and stroking his large, hard cock. 

She only grinned as she sat up and positioned herself to take him into her mouth. She loved giving him blow jobs. She loved feeling his dick tense up in her mouth. She took pleasure in knowing she was good at it. She lowered her head and grazed the tip of his hardness with her wet tongue. She slowly slid in into her mouth going all the way down to the base, making sure all eight inches were feeling it. She softly caressed his "boys" as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft gaining suction with each pass. She moved more quickly as he grabbed the back of her head with a handful of hair and moaned. She wanted to tease him, but knew if she did, she wasn't going to have his cock to get her off. She kept raising and lowering her mouth with so much suction she made the best vacuum cleaner look powerless. He started to tense and she could tell he was ready to cum. He pulled her off of him and stared at her glazed over eyes. He chuckled as if he was taunting her. 

"Your mouth is a masterpiece baby!" he told her. She smiled and giggled. She did love to please her man.

He got up from the bed and told her, "Now, you lay there with those legs spread and don't you move! And remember, no touching my pussy!" 

In saying this he left the room. She lay there as he had instructed with thoughts of what was to come racing through her mind. She was dripping wet and could feel the breeze blowing on the juices between her legs. 

"He wouldn't really know if I played just a little bit, would he?" she asked herself. "I better not though, no telling where he is and Lord knows I am not going to pass up him making love to me!" she thought. 

She could hear something outside the bedroom door as she lay in the darkness. 



Sleeping Beauty



I was working up on the north east coast at Whitby. It was a long drive from Manchester; too far and too costly to commute each weekend. This was back in the days before there were motorways. I would try to get home every month for about five days. I was working a lot of overtime, so time went by quite quickly. It was just the weekend nights that dragged. I had adopted a local pub, the "Jarvis Arms" not far from where I boarded. It was close enough to walk. The landlady at the boarding house was all right, but I preferred to get out at night rather than sit in my room, or watch the television with Mrs. Bell and her husband.

On a Friday evening, I would often take a book to the "Jarvis", have some pub food then sit over in a corner and have a few pints while I read or just watched the activity in the pub. One Friday, a middle-aged man came over and sat by me.

"I've seen you in here before. My name is Bill. You look like my long-lost brother." he joked. "Same build, same salt and pepper hair, even the same goatee. Can I get you a pint?" 

"Hello, Bill, " I replied. " I just got this one in thanks. You a regular?"

He did resemble me; down to his ruddy complexion and northern accent.

"On a Tuesday and Friday, yes. I especially like to get out on a Friday. The wife and I usually have a slap-up meal on a Friday, so I'm always ready for a pint when I get here."

"Doesn't your wife come out with you? Or does she stay back and wash the dishes?" I joked.

"No. I leave them to soak in the sink. My wife, Emma, is a headmistress at a local school." Bill explained. "By Friday, she's totally exhausted and can barely cope. I usually pick up something up from the Indian restaurant and we have a bottle of red wine. Always red! After that she starts on the brandy. By the time I'm ready to come out, I have to help her up to bed where she just collapses and goes straight to sleep. It's the only night she drinks."

"That leaves you free to hit the town then on a Friday night, Bill." I laughed.

"By this time of the week, I'm also ready just to relax and have a few drinks. No energy -- or inclination -- to chase all over town."

"How about you? You're about my age. Do you chase around a lot?" Bill asked.

"You know, I work so much overtime that I just want to take it easy."

I explained that I was working away from home and that the weekend evenings were my only time off.

"You must miss you wife. Especially on a Friday night, good old nooky night." He laughed quietly. 

"I do. When I'm home on a Friday, we go out and party. Saturday morning, I lie in and then wake up and enjoy to a good English breakfast."

"How about you? Will the wife be waiting for you when you get back?" I asked.

"No chance. I told you she prefers the brandy to me on a Friday night. I can't even wake her up. Sometimes I just used to screw her anyway, but she wasn't aware of it so it was not much fun."

"Let me get the next round in, Bill" I offered.

We had another pint and enjoyed a pleasant evening of conversation. As the night wore on, we became soul mates relating stories about our lives, loves and work.

When the landlord called "Time" I bid Bill a good night. 

"Go home to your wife, Bill." I waved him goodbye. "Give her one from me!"

He laughed, waved, and wandered off home.

The next Friday evening Bill showed up in the pub again. I got us each a pint and we had a game of darts with a noisy group of off-duty policemen. By mid evening, we were back in our corner swapping stories. It was Bill who brought up the topic again.

"That business we were talking about last week; you know, about the wife sleeping through sex on a Friday. Remember?" Bill said.

"Remember what?" I asked.

"You said 'Give her one for me.'"

"Oh yeah! I remember." I laughed.

"Well, I did."

"Did what?"

"I gave her one for you." Bill explained. "When I got into bed, I started feeling her up and ended up banging her. I don't think she even noticed; just slept right through it. It sure wasn't very exciting."

"Maybe your technique is lacking." I laughed. "Maybe you need to inject a little more excitement into your sex life."

"I don't think it's me." Bill lamented. He nodded at one of the big police dart throwers. "Even if that big guy jumped in bed with her, she wouldn't bat an eyelid."

"I think she might notice a man who is a foot taller than you, with blond hair, muscles and no beard!"

Bill laughed. "Maybe you're right there. That might be stretching it a bit too far, if you'll pardon the pun."

Bill went to get another couple of pints. When he got back, he looked a bit more serious.

"You know, that big copper might not get away with it, but someone like you ..."

He stopped, deep in thought. 

"You are very similar to me in many ways. Under the right circumstances; a darkened room, my pajamas, my aftershave. Would she notice the difference if she is in a half drunken stupor?" Bill pondered. 

"It sounds a bit risky to me. Why on earth would you want another man to get into bed with your wife?"

"Don't you think that would be the ultimate turn-on? To watch another man shag your wife."

"You'd be watching?" My eyes widened in surprised.

"That's the whole point. This is a fantasy that would introduce a whole new dimension to a sex life that's been standing still for fifteen years at least."

"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed. "I'm not sure I could watch somebody screw my wife. I'm not even sure I could have sex with your wife with you standing there watching."

"I wouldn't be standing." Bill corrected me, " I'd be crouching. And if anything goes wrong, you make a quick getaway, and I stroll into the breach dressed, looking and smelling just like you. She would think she'd been dreaming. Planning is the key."

"You are a cunning bastard!" I joked. "Suppose I took you up on the offer, you'd shit yourself."

"Try me." Bill smiled.

"I'll tell you what. We meet here next Friday night. If you still want to go through with it, I'll come home with you." I said.

"It's a deal. See you next week."

We met up again the following week in the Jarvis Arms. Bill was in great spirits. I had been thinking about his proposition all week. Sometimes I just didn't believe he was serious; just stringing me along for a laugh. At other times, particularly when I was in bed alone in my lodgings, I got a tremendous erection just thinking about the prospect. I could not make up my mind if he was on the level. If he was, could I go through with it? This was not like picking up a woman in a pub and ending up having sex with her. This was screwing a man's wife while he looked on. What effect would that have on my performance? And what about his wife? She would just lie there asleep while I fucked her? So many unknowns, variables, frustrations! By Friday evening, I was ready to tell him where to stick his ideas and his planning. But Bill was his usual good-natured self. We sat drinking and talking for an hour without the subject even being brought up. I assumed he must have been putting me on all along, and that I had been reading too much into the situation.

Then about nine o'clock, he asked, "Well, are you ready for our big adventure?"

My heart stopped for a second. Then a tightening in the pit of my stomach.

"You really want to go through with this, Bill?" I questioned.

"I've been thinking about it all week." He said.

"Tell me what to do." I ventured, beginning to feel a bit nervous.

"You come home with me. I go on in and get ready for bed. After about fifteen minutes, I'll let you in the side door. I've got identical pajamas ready for you. Get changed and I'll bring you upstairs. The wife's had an extra drink or two. You slip into bed beside her. It couldn't be simpler."

"Where will you be?" I asked.

"I'll be right there hovering. Don't worry about me." Bill said.

We finished our drinks and left the pub. During the ten minutes it took to walk to his house, Bill went over the plan assuring me that everything would be fine. My confidence built as we walked. Here I was about to get laid! I should be dancing with joy, not worrying. When we got to his place, Bill went on in and I waited in the dark by the side door. After a while, I heard the door open. I looked quite dark behind Bill's smiling face.

"Come on in!" he whispered. As he closed the door behind us, we were in a passageway leading to the kitchen. 

"Put these on." He commanded, passing me some pajamas. I got undressed and changed into the pj's, leaving my clothes on a chair in the hall. These were the old fashioned type with string fasteners and an open fly. Bill splashed some aftershave on my cheeks. 

"Now follow me upstairs. The house was almost in darkness. A few small lamps glowed in rooms that we passed. At the top of the stairs Bill indicated the bedroom door, which was half open. The dimness of the room was relieved by the soft glow of light from a slightly open door that looked like a bathroom. There was a Queen-size bed against the back wall. On the far side, Bill's wife lay sleeping on her back. The covers were up near her chin. She had dark hair that spread out across the pillow. In this subdued light she seemed like a very good-looking lady! A long face -- quite pale - , straight nose, full lips. Her hands were on top of the covers resting across her chest just below her breasts. Her mouth was slightly open and her breathing heavy. The bed covers on this side were folded back in a triangle. Bill ushered me towards the bed while he crouched down beside the door. I tiptoed over to the bed and quietly slipped in next to Bill's sleeping wife. For a few minutes I just lay there on my back figuring the best way to approach this. I rolled over onto my side and slid my arm to rest across her stomach, my hand resting on her far hip. 

'Emma!' I remembered Bill referring to his wife. 'Emma.' At least I knew her name.

Emma was wearing a silk nightdress. I could not tell how long it was, but it felt nice. I moved my hand up and down her hip. I could feel that she was not wearing panties. I brought my hand over and caressed the slight mound of her stomach. Emma certainly was not fat. In fact, she felt in pretty good shape. I caressed her stomach and moved slowly downwards. I could feel her pubic bush through the silk material. My erection was unimpeded by the open crotch of the pajamas.

Emma's legs were just slightly apart. I gently stroked the top of her thighs and with each stroke I worked her nightdress higher. I took my time, enjoying the thrill of caressing her legs and the anticipation of what lay under that nightdress. The feel of bare flesh as I at last reached the hem of her nightie came almost as a surprise. Now I was caressing her bare legs and still working the silk cloth up her body. Finally I reached the pot of gold as my hand touched her bush. I traced my fingers down the vee of her crotch and along the inside of her thighs, lingering in this area for an eternity. I needed to see as well as touch this woman. I slowly got onto my knees and moved the bedclothes back, exposing the wonderful sight of Emma with her nightdress up to her waist. Her dark pubic hair contrasted with the whiteness of her skin. I gently eased her leg over to give me better access to her treasure. I continued to caress her thighs, now moving inward towards her pussy. As I could only touch the front part of her, I soaked my finger in my mouth and moistened Emma's outer lips. The wetter I made it, the easier it was to work one finger in to stroke inside her lips. I held the front lips apart and brought my wet fingers to her clitoris, gently touching it to life. I kept working on this until Emma started to respond a little by easing her hips upward slightly. Still I kept stroking the inside of her lips and twirling my finger around her clit. She opened her legs more and again kept pushing up to meet my attentions. I leaned forward and, holding her lips open with one hand, I worked on her clit with my tongue, while my other hand was slowly working a finger at her entrance. I was soon working one finger way up inside her, and Emma was responding, tightening against it. 

I moved around between her legs, trying to lose my pajama bottoms in the process. By the time I was between her legs, Emma had raised her knees and lay there wide open before me. I positioned my dick before her entrance and, grabbing my shaft, stroked her up and down with the knob. She came forward to meet me and I gently eased the head inside her. She felt warm. She felt good. I pushed forward until I was buried inside her. She was now moving her hips around and meeting my every stroke. Her hands were spread beside her head on the pillow. I pushed her nightdress up to expose her breasts, which were gently moving in time with her thrusts. The fucking intensified and speeded up until Emma grabbed my shoulders and gasped and gasped again, her eyes opening wide as she climaxed. After a brief moment in terror of being recognized, I relaxed as Emma closed her eyes and reclined back on to the pillow with an almost purring-like sound. I eased myself down besides her, covering us both with the bedclothes. In the quiet stillness, I could hear Bill breathing heavily. I imagine he had just experienced his own climax.

After a little while I pushed over to the side of the bed and swung my feet onto the floor. I moved towards the door wearing just the pajama top, while Bill followed behind on his knees. When we got down stairs, I turned to face Bill.

He looked ecstatic. 

"Fantastic!" he said. "Bloody fantastic!. I've never felt so horny in my life. If I can get it up again, I'll have another go myself."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't need to apologize. I couldn't thank him. So I just smiled, as I got dressed.

"I'll not see you next week as I'm away home, but the week after, I'll meet you in the pub as usual. Right, Bill."

"Right!" he answered. "I'll see you then."

On the walk back to my digs I was filled with strange sensations. Not guilt exactly. Wonderment, I think. I had just been effortlessly laid by a lovely lady, helped by a grateful husband, and each of us was happy in our own way.



Sleeping Beauty



Debbie and I have been married for a little over a year and a friend we both knew from school called one day. He was living out of town and was in town on business. We invite him to stay at our apartment instead of a hotel. He quickly accepts. 

Debbie is happy to have him come and stay as she enjoys our old friends. As is customary, Debbie showers and gets dressed up when she knows company is coming. This particular day Debbie comes out of the bedroom wearing a simple spring dress that buttons down the front. She leaves the top couple buttons undone, which shows bare flesh almost to her navel. She is clearly not wearing a bra. The dress is quite short, stopping just a couple inches below her cheeks. I can tell she is taking this as an opportunity to show off her figure and be the tease she loves to be.

Troy arrives mid afternoon and he gives Debbie a nice firm hug and kiss. She turns a little red as I can tell she returns the kiss. Troy and I sit at the table as Debbie busies herself in the kitchen making supper. We can see her working away and I always like to watch her because in her bending, reaching or turning, her dress invariably climbs and shows more of her legs. I wait to see a glimpse of panties and I don't have to wait long. I can see that horny old Troy is also watching her movements very closely. 

Debbie asks for my help with something and I go to her side and help. When I am done, I reach over and undo another button of her dress. Her dress is now open to her waist. She teasingly slaps my fingers but does not do it up. As she continues working around in the kitchen the dress falls away from her breasts giving a clear view of her complete breasts and nipples. As the meal is cooking she sits at the table beside us. After a few minutes, I reach down and casually undo the very bottom button to her dress. She pretends not to notice. After a couple more minutes, she gets up and continues in the kitchen. With only one button at her waist, one by her mound and her dress being so short, all her legs are showing and occasionally a patch of panties flashes us guys.

I know my cock is aching to get out and I can see quite a bulge in Troy's pants also. What a tease. Debbie sways from the table to the counter, to the fridge to the stove. 

We finally sit down to eat. From Troy's angle, he can see all of Debbie's right breast and hard nipple. He watches it as much as he can and I know Debbie is teasing him by positioning her shoulders to afford him a perfect view.

Supper is great and all three of us clear the table and help with the clean up. It is interesting how often Debbie and Troy keep bumping into each other. I enjoy watching Troy accidentally drag his hand across Debbie's ass as he passes by her. Debbie "accidentally" turns and bumps her breast into Troy.

With the kitchen clean we go into the living room to chat. Debbie and I sit on the couch and Troy sits in the chair opposite. He has a perfect view up Debbie's dress. Troy gets up to use the washroom and while he is out, I pull Debbie to me and kiss her passionately. She opens her mouth and I push my tongue between her lips. While we are in the embrace I undo the very bottom button on her dress. She looks down at her exposure, looks at me and smiles.

"You aren't leaving much to the imagination." She knows her pale blue bikini panties are impossible to keep hidden from now on.

I reach in, cup her small breast and pinch the nipple. She moans as the nipple instantly becomes hard and protruding.

"Don't start something you can't finish." Debbie smiles.

Troy comes back and he notices the undone button right away. As he sits down his cock is making a huge imprint in the front of his pants. Debbie notices the huge size of his erection and she smiles that sexy smile. She twists and turns on the couch giving Troy many great views up her dress and of her complete breast as she repositions. This torment goes on for a couple hours and finally Debbie lays down on the couch and puts her head on my lap and pretends to doze off to sleep. Her dress, held by only one button, has fallen open enough to show all of her panties and her bare breast and nipple. I caress her exposed breast and nipple. I squeeze and play with the breast while Debbie's chest rises and falls. My hand wanders down across her flat stomach to gently rub her panties. I rub her mound through the tiny panties. My fingers slip down between her legs and I know Debbie is having a very hard time pretending to be asleep. She finally can't take it any more and sits up. She covers herself as best she can. It is time for bed. 

It is agreed that Troy will sleep in the bedroom and Debbie and I will sleep on the couch that converts into a bed. Troy argues for a minute then agrees. Debbie gets our blankets and Troy helps us make our bed. As Debbie bends to pick up the blankets and to make the bed, her dress climbs right over her panties and we can see the waistband. What a beautiful ass view. Soon the bed is made and we say good night. 

Troy goes into the bedroom and closes the door. I undo the one remaining button on Debbie's dress and slip it off her shoulders. It falls in a heap on the floor. I slip my fingers in the waist band of her panties and slip them down her legs. She stands completely naked and smiles "Now what if Troy were to walk out of the bedroom right now. He would see me naked."

"I think he would like that very much."

Debbie climbs into the bed and pulls a sheet over her naked body. I strip down and climb over Debbie to snuggle up behind her. I immediately start to caress her inner thighs. She responds by spreading her legs slightly. I slip my fingers ever so gently across her pussy lips and she lets out a low moan of pleasure. She spreads her legs further and her lips spread exposing her already swollen clit. She jerks as I brush the hard clit.

"Yah, right there." She whispered, not wanting to make much noise as Troy was just beyond the door to the bedroom. "Feels good." 

She starts to hump my fingers as I slip two into her very wet pussy. An orgasm is building and approaching eruption when suddenly the door to the bedroom opens and out walks Troy wearing only his boxer shorts. 

"Just going to the bathroom." He says as he sees we are still awake. 

The lone sheet covering Debbie and I shows Debbie's legs spread wide and my hand between her legs. Troy sees her dress and panties on the floor and he instantly stops to chat as he surveys the sight. Debbie's one leg had slipped out from under the sheet and is exposed up to her hip. My hand on her pussy is within a couple inches of being exposed. Debbie lay very still while Troy stands beside our bed. I continue to caress her clit and invade her pussy. Troy can see my hand moving between her legs so he knows what is happening under the sheet. The orgasm building in Debbie only eases for a moment and with the continued caressing her body wants release regardless of who is watching. Debbie's breathing is becoming heavy yet guarded. Being a teaser, she is enjoying her exhibition knowing that Troy knows what is happening under the thin sheet. How is she going to hide the orgasm which is nearing eruption? I am having no mercy on Debbie as I flick her very erect and hard clit.

She can no longer hold back. She takes a deep breath and holds it as the first wave of orgasm sweeps over her body. Her body goes stiff as she arches her back up off the mattress. A low groan comes from deep in her throat. Troy watches in disbelief as her hips lift up toward him. Deb watches Troy as wave after wave of orgasm flood her body. Nobody speaks as Debbie succumbs to the longest and most powerful orgasm of her life. Slowly and gradually her body settles back down onto the mattress. 

Troy has a massive erection which holds his boxers straight out in front. "That was unbelievable" is all Troy can say.

Debbie smiles at him not knowing what to say.

After a minute Troy goes to the bathroom. When the door is closed Debbie says to me "Did you see the size of his cock? Do you think he will masturbate in the bathroom?"

"I don't think he has a choice. If he doesn't he will never be able to go to sleep tonight." 

Deb reaches down and takes my very hard cock in her hands. "Exposing me to our friends seems to turn you on a lot." She wraps her tiny fingers around my swollen shaft and strokes its length.

A minute later Troy comes out of the washroom. Debbie makes no attempt to slow down or hide her manipulation of my cock. Troy's cock is still very swollen and he makes no attempt to hide it in his boxers. He stops to chat for a minute and Debbie stares at Troy's cock as she squeezes and pulls extra hard on my cock. Troy can see that Deb is staring at his erection. He pushes it out as best he can. He stands and tries to but conversation was hard to maintain.

After a long 5 -- 10 minutes Debbie reaches over and runs her hand along the length of Troy's cock and gives its head a tight squeeze. "You better put this guy to bed before he bursts a blood vein." Debbie smiles sexily.

Troy put his hand over Debbie's trapping her tiny fingers around his cock.

Debbie pulls her hand free and slides down under the sheet. "Quit teasing me Troy. I can only take care of one stud at a time."

Troy, not knowing if she is serious or not, walks to his bedroom. 

She pulls me between her legs and my cock easily slips into her eager pussy. It doesn't take long and I am filling her pussy with my hot cum. We both snuggle and soon drift off to sleep.

It is near morning when a slight noise wakes me. Through the corner of my eye I see the bedroom door opening. Without moving I can see Troy standing in the doorway looking at us. Debbie is only covered by the sheet from the waist down. Troy can see her bare breasts rising and falling as Debbie is in a very sound sleep. I fake a repositioning in the bed and in doing so I pull the sheet a little more off Debbie. The sheet now just barely covers her pussy. When troy is convinced we are sleeping he steps through the doorway into the living room. He is naked. He has a very huge erect cock. It stands straight out in front of him. He slowly walks over and stands about a foot from Debbie's near exposed body. The sun is already up and the light coming in the window lights her body like that of an angel. Troy just stands beside our bed admiring the beauty of her soft dark flesh. After a minute he very slowly bends over and moves the sheet from her pussy. Deb never moves as Troy bends over, puts his nose to her pussy and inhales deeply. He is inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her sex. His erect cock twitches as it is in obvious pain. 

I watch as he very slowly and carefully inserts one finger between her pussy lips. He then put his finger to his nose then his mouth where he licks it hungrily. He reinserts his finger between her lips when she suddenly squirms. He has contacted her sensitive clit and awoken her sex. Troy quickly goes off the bathroom in fear that Debbie is awake. I know she was still in a very deep sleep so while Troy is in the bathroom I gently spread her legs further, remove a little more of the sheet and very gently rub the clit. I can feel it swell from my touch. It won't take much more and she will awaken in a very horny state.

I hear the door to the bathroom open and I fake sleeping again. As Troy approaches our bed he has a perfect view up between Debbie's legs. Her pussy is wet and her outer lips are spread displaying the shiny pink at the mouth of her tunnel. Her clit is swollen and very protruding. Troy again stops to gaze upon this angelic body spread open before him. His cock is twitching as it desires to penetrate that pussy but he knows that isn't going to happen. He slowly bends over and puts his head between her legs. His nose is at her pussy lips. He inhales deeply. He straightens up and moves in close to the bed. His cock is directly over Debbie's body. Troy starts to stroke his cock. I am amazed. Is he going to cum on top of Debbie while she sleeps? What a risk that his hot cum might wake her up.

She stirs and Troy gets scared. He quickly backs up and quietly retreats into his bedroom. I take the opportunity to slide my hand down over her mound, across the clit and into her pussy. Debbie stirs awake and without opening her eyes, she places her hand over mine and rubs herself to a gentle orgasm.

"How did you know that hand was mine and not Troy's?" I ask as we lay waking up.

"I wouldn't have cared who it was." She smiles back.

"You just missed your chance a moment ago as Troy was here and he was naked."

"Was I covered?"

"By the look of his erection, I don't think so."

"Sorry I missed it. Maybe I could have helped him with his problem." 

"Did you like the feel of his cock last night?"

"Oh yes, he has a very impressive love tool. I am sorry I missed it this morning. I would like to see his pole at full attention."

"Who knows, maybe if you ask Troy very nicely he would let you see it."

"Don't tease me like that."

"Why don't you go in there and see what happens."

"Are you serious?"

"I saw the way you liked his cock and I saw the way his cock liked you. Sure, go in there and have some fun."

"Do you want me to fuck him?"

"You do whatever you want."

Deb slowly slides out of bed and completely naked, she tip-toes to the door. She slowly opens the door and slips inside.

Troy is lying on top of the covers. His cock is hard and long. Deb sits on the edge of the bed. She takes his cock in her hand and starts to stroke and massage its length. Troy's eyes open with a start and he lay there motionless absorbing Deb's touch. She squeezes his shaft which causes his cock head to swell. He groans in pleasure. His hand slides up to her breast. Deb turns and positions herself to afford Troy easy access to her sensitive nipple. As Troy gently squeezes her nipple she lowers her mouth to his cock and easily engulfs his cock head in her mouth. From the other room I can hear the groan that comes from Troy.

Deb is a master at giving a blow job and by the sounds coming from Troy she is giving him the best. I imagine Deb sucking and stroking his cock with her mouth, rubbing her tongue around the sensitive spot just below the cock head. Troy is quickly going wild.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity to fuck a different cock, Deb slides her mouth off his cock, swings her leg over his torso and positions her pussy over his ready and willing cock. She guides his cock to her spread lips and lowered her hips onto his cock. Deb's favorite moment is when the invading cock first spreads her pussy lips and enters her vagina. Deb moans and I know his cock is parting her lips and sliding up her pink pussy.

"Uhhhh. Oh my God, you are so big." Troy is gripping her firm ass pulling her deeper onto his cock. He is being ridden hard and he is enjoying every stroke.

It is only a couple minutes before they both are nearing orgasm. Harder and faster the pace is quickening. Troy first grunts as he shoots his hot cum deep into Deb's pussy. Upon feeling his hot juiced filling her pussy, Deb also stiffens in a powerful orgasm only achievable from a first time new cock. 

As they slow slightly, I head Deb whisper "You have to clean me up or he will know I was in here."

I smile as I know what she is doing. She loves to have her pussy licked clean after being fucked. She always has another orgasm as the juices are licked from her pussy. She walks up his torso on her knees until her pussy is at his mouth. I know when his tongue first splits her lips and brushes her clit. Her moan is very distinctive, a woman in lust and sexual desire. Troy does an excellent job of licking her clean as she orgasms two or three times before slowing down. Their sexual encounter is bold and unrepentant. After all the teasing he endured the night before, he is taking advantage of the opportunity to unload his raw sexual need on Deb. She knows she teased him to his limits so now she surrenders her pussy to him.

Troy is licking her spread pussy clean and her rock hard clit is tickled by his tongue. Deb quickly reaches another orgasm and doesn't bother trying to muffle her enjoyment. She moans out loud in sheer pleasure. Her clit is now to the point where it will continue to orgasm as long as it is manipulated. Again and again Deb climbs to another orgasm. Finally Deb collapses in shear exhaustion. She rolls off Troy and lay beside him. She twists her body around and pushes her face into Troy's cock and balls. She rubs her face from side to side while licking and kissing. She rubs Troy's juices all across her face and cheeks. 

Finally she turns and whispers in Troy's ear "That was worth the wait. It will be our little secret." She kisses his ear, runs her tongue across his face and sticks it deep into his mouth. She rubs her breasts into his chest and enjoys one last deep open mouth kiss.

"I better get back before I am missed." With that Deb slowly gets up and tip toes out of the room.

She climbs back into bed with me, winks, smiled and snuggles close.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I ask.

"Mmmm, very much."



Sleeping Beauty



He's known her since before she was born, he's been her parents friend and dentist since they moved into the neighborhood, and now he takes care of her pearly whites as well. Cariahnnah is an outgoing curvaceous woman now and she has a thousand watt smile to go with that beautiful body. She was laying in his chair just before they got started talking about school and guys. "So, you have a boyfriend yet?" Gary asked.

"No, I haven't had much time for guys since I started college." Too bad Gary thought, to deprive guys that body, there must be a lot of guys on campus walking around with hard on's whenever she's around. Cariahnnah stood about 5'5" maybe 115lbs, dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, dimples In her cheeks, perky handful sized breasts and an ass you could rest your head on.

"Ok Cari, I'm going to put the mask on you and start up the laughing gas, just give in to it don't fight it, and before you know it we will be done." She took a few deep breaths and soon she closed her eyes and smiled, he knew it was working. Gary's assistant worked quickly and started handing him the tools he needed to make Cari's smile more beautiful than it all ready was. He couldn't help but notice how small her mouth was and how nice it would be to have her tiny mouth suck him clean. He felt a growing concern in his pants and shifted in his swizzle seat to make sure his assistant couldn't see the bulge. 

Gary's receptionist stepped into the exam room and stated she was going to lunch so he should listen for the phone. They were pretty much done when the phone did ring, his assistant Laura jumped up and went for the call. Gary was happy she left he needed to shift his seat to relieve the pressure in his pants, he stood up for a second and leaned closer to Cari to check his work. Just when he did Cari shifted in the chair and her hand fell to the side and landed right on Gary's crotch hitting him lightly where his hardon was. 

Gary jumped back in shock thinking she was gonna wake up in horror of where her hand just was, but she never moved. He stepped forward and let her hand graze the rock hard member in his pants, he shivered and slowly moved closer to increase the pressure of her hand. He listened closely and heard Laura still on the phone to whomever just called, and he decided to get a bit bolder in his actions. Gary took Cari's hand and cupped her tiny hand around his 12inch cock, and slowly moved it along the shaft. He started to sweat in anticipation of what he would do next, Gary looked down and couldn't help but place his other hand on one of those perky little breasts. He put his hand under her shirt, under he sports bra and cupped her tit in his hand. Just the right size, he took his thumb and flicked it over her nipple which made Cari moan a bit and the nipple grow. 

Oh my God, he thought I have to stop this, she's only eighteen, just a kid! He could hear Laura thanking whoever called and knew she would be back any second, so he pulled his hand out sat down but left Cari's hand hang down and rest in his lap. Laura returned, sat in her seat and they continued their work until they were done. "Ok Cari, your all done, we are just going to give you some regular air and soon you'll feel normal again." Gary got up and turned around as fast as he could so Laura wouldn't see the huge bulge he had in his pants and went Into the bathroom to finish what Cari started. 

When he was done, he washed his sweaty face slowed his breath down and went back into the exam room to talk to Cari. "how'd it go?" Cari asked.

"Everything's great, got that cavity filled and it shouldn't bother you anymore." Laura stepped out of the exam room because she was no longer needed. "So, what's going on for you this weekend, going out to have a bit of fun?" Gary asked. 

"No, mom and dad are going out of town on tonight and I will have the house to myself to study for exams until Sunday." Cari was a good girl and didn't have wild parties or get into any trouble. "Just me and my dog Dexter for the weekend, can't wait, for a little peace and quiet." Gary thought if he was there she wouldn't get an ounce of peace and quiet.

It was only 5pm a storm was rolling in so it was getting dark pretty early, Laura popped her head into his office to say goodnight and told him to have a good weekend. Gary thought to himself, yeah a great weekend just me, myself and I hanging out at home doing a whole bunch of NOTHING! Maybe I'll go to the video store and rent a porno, release some pent up frustration and think of Cari's hand down my pants jerking me off.

He left the office about 6pm and started to drive home, his mind floated back to Cari's breast and he couldn't help but think, if only I had more time alone with her while she was under I could've done just about anything I wanted. Gary stopped his car, returned to the office grabbed a small tank of gas, a mask and started driving to Cari's house. He knew his way because he's been there a few times for cookout's. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but it felt so right. Gary pulled up to Cari's house about 7pm, he saw the lights on in her room, and sat in his car trying to come up with a plan of some kind. 

Gary decided to wait until she went to bed to make his move, so he drove around the neighborhood, stopping to get something to eat at a restaurant, and made his way back to Cari's house. It was about 9:30pm when he returned, her bedroom light was still on and he could see movement in her window. She moved between the bathroom and the bedroom which made him think she was getting ready to go to bed. Kinda early for bed, she must be tired from studying so hard all day, and most of the night. 

He waited about 20 min before making his move, he crept along the front of the house making sure he stayed low enough to be covered by the shrubs in front of the house so he couldn't be seen by any passer by's. Gary got to the window, and felt himself getting excited for what he was going to do. He decided to see if he could let himself into her room by one of the windows, go unlock the front door and bring in the tank of gas. He tried Cari's window, it was locked so he tried the guest room window, Jackpot! It was unlocked and slid open so easy. Gary crawled into the room, got his bearings and went to go get the tank.     He opened the door and ran right into Dexter the family dog, and started to get licked to death. Some guard dog , Gary thought as he pushed the Great Dane off his face.

He went out to his car, got the tank and went back into the house. Gary crept closer to Cariahnnah's bedroom, put his ear to her door and listened for a while. He reached for the handle noticing his hand was shaking in anticipation, he slowly turned the handle, opened the door and let himself in. 

There she was, his sleeping beauty hair pulled back into a pony tail laying on her side dreaming. He could see the curve of her body under the covers and thought how nice it was going to be to ravish that body until he released his tension. As he crept forward he could smell her floral sent, she must have taken a shower because she smelled so clean and fresh, and her brown hair was still damp. He wished he could have seen her take that shower, just to see that gorgeous body all soapy and wet. 

Gary went to her side, set the tank up next to her bed, attached the mask, and turned on the gas. He placed the mask lightly on her face and left it there until he was sure she took most of it in. He then put the mask firmly on her face and pulled the elastic over her head. He looked over her and relished in the moment. He slowly took the cover in his hand and pulled it down her body, what a body it was skin tight and tan. She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top that was slightly pulled up so he could see her belly button. He took his hand and slid it up and down over her tight tummy, she shifted a bit in the bed. He could see goose bumps where his hand had been, she must have liked it and her body was responding to his touch. 

Gary took hold of her shirt and pulled it further up to reveal the most perfect breasts he's ever saw, they were round with quarter sized rounds with pinkish nipples. He took one of the nipples in his fingers tugged lightly and flicked his thumb over it, the nipple got harder and larger, he bent his head down and took the nipple into his mouth to suck her sweetness. God she smelled so good, he twirled his tongue around the nipple, and he heard her inhale deeply. Gary smiled knowing she was enjoying the feeling, she shifted again this time she rolled over onto her back, parted her legs slightly, he took the mask off her face and opened her mouth.

He lifted her back off the bed, took the pillows, stacked them up and pulled her up so she was sitting up a bit. He then took her shirt totally off, and turned her head slightly to the left so she was facing him. Gary unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor, his 12 inch cock was rock hard and throbbing looking at her sitting there propped up by her pillows. Her walked closer took his member in his hand and slowly rubbed the tip over her luscious lips. Cari's tongue darted out to lick her lips and licked the head of his cock and the same time. OHHH that felt good he thought , Gary pushed himself closer and she parted her lips slightly so he could enter her mouth until the tip was all the way in. He didn't think his cock could get any harder but when she swallowed and moved her tongue over him he felt himself grow and get harder than he's ever been.

Gary put his hand on her head and pushed her down over his cock, she took almost all of him before he heard her gag just a bit. He started pumping slowly in and out, while he was doing this he ran his other hand down her shoulder and to her breast he began massaging the flesh in his hands softly at first and then tugging and pulling until he heard her moan, he then started to slap it lightly and she moaned again. Gary smiled, so she likes It rough the little vixen, he slapped her harder so hard she had a pink hand print on her tit.

He took his cock out of her mouth and slapped both of her tits hard over and over again on the nipples they got harder and harder with every slap. Cari moaned loudly and parted her legs, Gary took the pillows from behind her back laid her back down with the pillows behind her head. He took his hand and ran them down to her shorts, he rubbed her through the shorts and she opened her legs wider as if to say MORE. Cari mad a loud gasp, Gary took Cari's shorts off, Oh My God she was bare! He didn't know if she waxed, shaved, or was just naturally naked down there, but it was gorgeous and already wet. He turned took the jar of peanut butter, opened it and took a glob onto his finger. He then spread the peanut butter over her fleshy mound and into her slit making sure she was entirely covered. He moved Cari's legs up and opened them as far as they would go. 

Gary decided he wanted a taste, he could see Cari was stirring so he put the mask back on her face, he didn't want any surprises. He noticed she was breathing hard and her nipples were shooting for the sky, it made him very excited. Gary got in the bed and assumed the position between her legs and put peanut butter on her asshole as well. He took in the smell of her sex and the peanut butter and started licking, Cari moaned and moved her hips up to meet his tongue. He parted her lips and found her clit which he sucked hard on, she cried out, he took his tongue and plunged it deep into her pussy, she shuddered with pleasure. Gary smiled and thought she must be thinking she's having one hell of a wet dream.

He moved down to her ass and stuck his tongue in her ass which made her wiggle, he finished all of the peanut butter, took his long middle finger, and shoved it all the way up her ass, over and over again. Cari screamed out, and inhaled deeply. Gary took the pillows out from under her and throw them aside, he moved up her body placed himself right above her sex and slowly pushed himself inside. She was so tight, he pushed further up and felt a barrier, he thought NO WAY she's a virgin, he pulled out a bit and pushed forward again very slowly and again he hit it, her hymen.

Gary told himself he should stop, this shouldn't be the way she looses her virginity, but how could he bring himself to stop when he was sooo close, so hard, so wanting. He thought Screw it. It's not like she'll ever find out it was him anyway. Gary pulled out again and again slowly pushed himself forward hitting her virginity and thrust himself in breaking the almighty seal, Cari jumped and cried out this time in pain. He held her close to him so she would get used to the feeling of his big dick deep inside her pussy. Cari relaxed ad slumped back into his arms, Gary laid her back down, as he did he noticed tears running down her cheek. He wiped them away kissed her full lips lightly, she parted them for him so he took advantage and stuck his tongue deep in her mouth. Kissing her felt so good, and she was kissing him back! Again he moved down to her sex with his dick and put it in. Her tight pussy held his dick so tightly he almost came with out even pumping.

He sat there not moving for a while, to his surprise Cari moved her hips up to take him deeper, it gave him such a shudder, he didn't want to disappoint her so he started pumping her pussy slowly. In and out picking up speed, Cari moaned as his balls starting slapping her ass. Faster, faster, deeper, deeper, he was settling into a nice rhythm breathing harder as he went on pumping. Gary felt he was on the edge and knew he couldn't release in her pussy and he decided to use her ass instead. He got off her, flipped her over, put the pillows under her stomach so her ass was in the air and started playing with her ass with his fingers. 

He put his middle finger slowly inside her ass which was tighter than her pussy, so he knew he had to work it open before entering. Cari wiggled a bit as he stuck the whole thing in, he held it there for a while pulled it out and proceeded to put two fingers in. Cari took it all the way up her ass barely moving an inch. Gary was pleased, she took three, then four crying out a bit so again he let her ass get used to the feeling. He pulled them open to stretch her open more to the size of his dick, as he pulled them out he saw she was stretched quiet a bit and stayed open for a while. He thought it would stay open just long enough for him to cram himself inside without hurting her too much.

Gary again put his four fingers in her and stretched her open, he pulled out and put his dicks tip in the entrance. He pushed himself in slowly Cari started making whimpering noises, he knew he was hurting her a little bit but he couldn't stop himself. Soooo tight, he couldn't help himself he pushed hard into her ass, and she screamed out in pain and started to cry. He felt like a dick for doing It but it felt so good, he pumped her ass slowly and deeply, still she was moaning In displeasure. Gary took one of his hands reached around her little body down to her pussy and started to play with it thinking if he gave her some pleasure she would forget he was causing her pain. 

He spread her slit with his fingers and found her clit rubbing it, he swore it grew under his fingers. He grew In her ass pumping faster now, he met the quickness of his fingers to the thrusting of his dick in her ass. Gary heard Cari moan loudly this time it was dripping with pleasure, so he went faster. He knew they were both on the brink of orgasms. he heard Cari's moaning growing in desperation and they were coming faster and faster she almost sounded like she was saying YES Good God does she know what's she's doing to me? Gary thought. He could feel himself starting to cum, and as the wetness all over his fingers grew he knew she was right there to, so he added more pressure to her clit and rammed her ass as hard as he could. "AHHHHH I'm cumming", he screamed out loud and he knew Cari was too cause she started twitching under his hand. He put three finger into her pussy and felt it convulsing which made him cum even harder knowing he was giving her, they first intercourse orgasm she's ever had. 

Gary shot his load in her tight ass, he kept pumping until he was sucked dry. Cari stopped moving but was breathing like she ran a mile. He turned her over and smiled when he saw how sweaty she was, he got off the bed, scooped her up Into his arms and carried her to her tub. Gary turned on the water washed the sex off of Cari, rinsed her off, dried her, and carried her back into her room and dressed her. He looked at her bed sheets saw there was blood and sweat all over them, he couldn't leave her on those. He laid Cari down on the floor stripped the sheets from the bed, looked in the drawers for new sheets, made her bed and tucked Cari back in. Before leaving he gave Cari a long deep wet kiss which she returned, gathered up the sheets, peanut butter, gas tank, mask and left her room. Gary went back to the kitchen put the peanut butter away, locked the front door, and went out the way he came in. He got into his car and drove home. He thought of what he just did and a sick smile came to his face, he just did a virgin and other than having a sore pussy and ass she will have no idea of what happened. Good For Him.



Sleeping Beauty



Sleeping Beauty

A continuation of "Black's Magic"

Daniel knew this was no fairy tale. He knew that he was neither dreaming, nor hallucinating, nor revisiting one of the many fantasies, featuring him and Mecca in assorted sexual situations, ranging from the really commonplace come-back-to-my-apartment-and-let's-fuck to the . . . slightly disturbing one where he'd fucked her at the cemetery just after his mother's funeral.

The services were over, and everyone had departed, leaving in their respective vehicles, his father and older brother included. He, alone, remained. He'd come alone, and he'd intended on leaving alone. He'd driven himself, arriving in his own time. Instead of joining the family in the front, he'd taken a seat as close to the rear as possible. He'd secretly hoped that Mecca would be seated somewhere in the crowd, but he was later informed that she couldn't come because she'd had to work. Though not there in body, she was certainly there in spirit, and her card of encouragement that he'd stuffed just inside his suit jacket gave him the little extra push he needed to stand up, make the long journey down the short aisle to the pulpit, where, much to everyone's surprise, he eulogized his mother.

He began slowly, uncertainly, his voice barely above a whisper. It was nothing written, nothing planned. His first memories of her, her smiles, her laughter. The birthday parties she threw for him that made him the envy of all the other kids, the special lunches she made so he wouldn't have to eat the dreaded cafeteria food, and always buying two of every toy--one to play with and one to keep Then there were the stories she read him, the music she introduced him to, the movies she let him see. Buying him his first guitar, his first car, and after totaling it, his second one.

Secretly changing his sheets while his father slept because he'd had an "accident." Staying by his bedside when a movie monster had invaded his dreams. Sitting up with him when he'd caught cold or had simply eaten too much. And then there was his extended stay in the hospital after wrecking his car.

Commanding him to go pick a switch after mouthing off to her. Taking the TV out of his room when his grades weren't up to snuff. Telling the principal off when he'd called "no good" and a "perpetual trouble-maker."

Daniel sighed.

Then there were the changes they all had to make when she got sick. There were doctor visits in Virginia. Specialist consultations in North Carolina. Radiation, chemotherapy, operations. She lost weight . . . then her hair . . . then some of her teeth. She couldn't cook for herself. She couldn't clean up after herself. She couldn't dress herself. He and his brother moved back home to help their father with her care, the women of their family, having lives and families of their own to tend to . . . but it wasn't enough. Defying them, doctor's orders and, what should have been, common sense, she tried to get out of bed while no one was watching. They'd been in the living room, watching TV, thinking she was asleep for the night.

She immediately went crashing to the floor and broke her hip.

Reluctantly, they all agreed the best place for her was a nursing home. He visited her every night after work. Watched over while she slept and kept her company when she couldn't. Sometimes she'd scream, she'd cry, she'd hallucinate. He'd try to calm her, console her, keep her from causing herself any harm.

But, eventually, the nurses in the facility found out how she'd been reacting to her meds and strapped her down to her bed. He felt some part of himself die that day, as if all goodness and light had been systematically removed from his life, leaving him hollow, hardened and sad.

Mecca, for her part, did what she could to try to keep his spirits up. Clowning around, talking trash, bringing him food, buying him this-and-that, saying she saw it and immediately thought of him. She was being . . . ridiculously sweet, and he'd felt kind of heartless for not being more demonstrative towards her, but . . . he was losing the only woman who'd ever really loved him, and he was having a hard time seeing beyond that.

She'd tried to distract him on one particular occasions, asking him to go out with her and teach her how to play pool. She'd never played, she'd said, and had heard he was quite good. But he'd kindly (and with some degree of embarrassment) refused, choosing to sit up with his mother, instead. The doctors kept saying "it wouldn't be long," and if he missed her passing for any reason, he wouldn't be able live with himself.

However, he lived to regret that particular decision after learning that it had been Mecca's birthday, and she'd spent it sitting alone in a bar because she'd been so certain he'd say yes.

His mother had lasted another six months.

Daniel sighed again, digging his dull nails into the palm of his hand, trying to assuage the growing sadness in the center of his chest. He was not going to cry. He was not going to freak out the female currently laying beside him by punching the headboard, cussing at the top of his lungs and banging his head against the wall . . . though he was almost certain that was the only thing that would make this awful ache subside and fade.

In his dream, the one in the cemetery, as in real life, he'd stayed by his mother till she was safely in the ground, tucked in by a heavy blanket of dirt. The gravediggers left, the sun was setting, and he was alone. He kept standing there, staring at the raised patch of earth, trying to reconcile it with all the images he still had of his mother. He felt oddly . . . detached from it and everything around him. It was as if he'd fallen asleep and woken up in some hellish alternate reality where everything was exactly the same as the previous day, except something, no, someone was missing.

He knew how things would go. They'd watch him and whisper, asking his father how he was doing, too afraid to talk to him directly, fearing he'd break down, lash out or some other unsettling but expected reaction. They wouldn't mention her name, they wouldn't ask anything of him, they'd simply sit and stare, waiting for his inevitable collapse. 

He'd watched her die, after all, and planned every detail of her services and burial. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat, and only left her side when the morticians had to do their state-mandated duty.

Everyone kept watching and waiting. He was "the baby," after all, and was fully expected to take it worse than everyone else. But, he held it together. He maintained his composure and managed to hold his head high despite the weight of his grief.

But here, alone in the dying light, he had nothing left to prove and no one to prove it to. It was quite warm, here in the night air. Stars were shining. Crickets were chirping. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear the gravediggers locking up, laughing as they discussed their plans for the rest of the night. 

Then it was quiet. So very quiet. Like the hospital room after his mother finally stopped screaming and seizing, and she just laid there. Still. Quiet. Silent. 

His father had immediately bolted from his chair and started screaming about calling a nurse and getting a doctor. His oldest sister tried to calm him down by burying her face in the crook of his neck, telling him it was over, and she was gone. It felt as if the room had dropped 20 degrees in temperature, and Daniel had to wrap his arms around himself to keep from shivering. It was cold now, and that particular moment in time was forever frozen into his memory.

"Get a doctor," his dad kept saying.

Daniel covered his face with his hand and went down on one knee, too tired to stay upright. "Shit," he heard himself say.

"Lose something?"

His head snapped up at the sound, quickly searching out its source as he ran his hand down his cheeks. Thankfully, his face was still dry. "Mecca?" he remained kneeling on the ground.

She stood there, dressed in white, a single white rose in her hand. "I would've been here earlier, but I had to work. Terri told me where . . . uh . . ." she seemed to be fumbling for the right words, not wishing to offend him or further upset him, he supposed. "Where uh," she gestured to the raised earth, the headstone and all the other plots around them.

She cursed under her breath, rolled her eyes (which were blue that day) and just spat it out. "Where they buried your mom!" She quickly covered her mouth and closed her eyes, apparently horrified at how loudly she'd just spoken and how her voice echoed time and time again around the vacant grounds.

Involuntarily, he cracked a smile. It was very rare that she ever misspoke. "Laid to rest," he mildly corrected her.

She lifted the hem of her sundress and knelt beside him. She was wearing those gladiator sandals again that wrapped all the way up to her knees, and she smelled of cocoa butter and coconut oil. One scent emanated from her skin, the other from the tight ringlet curls in her hair. In truth, this was the closest he'd ever been to her, and even though he knew this was a dream, and she was only here because he wanted her to be, he couldn't help feeling slightly claustrophobic, as if she'd moved too close too fast.

"I really suck it this," she said, tossing the rose on the pile of dirt. "Funerals and . . . stuff. I'm always afraid of saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing and making the person feel a million times worse than they already do and," she drew in a deep breath, "I wasn't even gonna come. I mean, I went to the wake yes-- Wait. Ya'll call it a viewing, don't you? But, anyway, I'd already offered my condolences and handed out the cards and--"

"I liked it," he cut her off.

She merely stared at him.

"The card," he clarified. "Every other one was 'sorry about this,' 'sorry about that.' In your time of grief, in your time of loss, in your time of sorrow. With our sympathy, with our deepest sympathy. With regret, with sincerest regret. And then there were the religious ones about 'being called home' and 'joining Our Father,' and, frankly, they all made me wanna throw up. I mean, not to be rude or anything, but after you hear so much of that shit, you just want people to shut the fuck up and leave you the hell alone. But . . . yours wasn't like that."

She laughed somewhat uneasily, wiping something unseen out of the corner of her eye. "I looked at all those cards. I mean, all of them, and they just didn't . . . feel right, you know. I figure you're feeling pretty bad already, and the last thing you need or want is pity, so I tried a different approach." She looked at him and smiled. "I looked in the Encouragement section."

Though it felt somewhat odd, he didn't move when she put her hand on his bended knee. Her blue eyes softened then she began reciting the card, word-for-word, not missing a single punctuation mark.

"Whether you realize it or not, you're a pretty sensational person." Color rose into her caramel-colored cheeks, her eyes falling from his face to the pile of dirt before them. "I've been a big fan of yours for quite a while, so I ought to know." 

This time it was his face that colored.

"I've watched you face difficulties with determination and confidence. I'm impressed by how hard you work and how well you deal with every new challenge." She paused there a minute, something seeming to catch in her throat. "You're a winner . . ."

He moved both of his hands to cover the one she'd placed on his knee. She was shaking.

". . . not because you never lose, but because you are always willing to give it a try. So keep reaching for your dreams. And please remember," she looked up at him then, "I'll always be cheering for you and wishing you the best."

"E. Cunningham," he said. He didn't know if the author was a man or a woman, old or young, living or dead, but he'd never heard such welcome words in his entire life, and he was grateful for the obvious gift he/she possessed in writing such a thing.

This was a dream, mind you. The card was real. Mecca's appearance at the viewing had been real. But, in real life, he didn't see her again until a week later when he felt he could finally show his face in public. The only mention they made of the card was: did you like it? And, yes.

But in the dream . . .

"I don't want you to be sad," she said. "I know you can't help it, and I know it's . . . natural, but . . . I can't stand this . . . completely helpless feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's somewhere between nausea and hunger, and it's just . . . unbearable. It's sitting there and watching someone suffer, knowing no matter how much you want to help, it's not really gonna change anything. Because, at the end of the day, things are what they are, and that's just the way it is . . . shitty as it may be."

He . . . snapped at that point. That was it. That was everything he'd been feeling over these past 15 years: diagnosis to death. He did everything he could for her, but, in the end, it was nothing. She still died, and he still missed her. He started shaking from head to toe, his chest clenching, his breath seizing, his eyes stinging.

She put her head on his shoulder, looping one arm around his waist. "You can cry if you want to." She spoke lowly into his ear. "I won't make fun of you . . . this time, anyway."

But he didn't cry. He crushed his mouth to hers, forcing her lips to part with the probing tip of his tongue, shoving her to the ground as he drew in ragged breath after ragged breath, seeming to suck the very life from her.

"Daniel," she gasped. "Please . . ."

He knew she couldn't breathe, and he didn't want to hurt her, but he needed her. All of her. He continued to assault her with his mouth, sucking insistently on her sweet flesh till a tiny bruise appeared on the taut column of her throat.

She turned her head from his. He was getting her dirty, rubbing dark soil all over her white dress. "Please," she said again. "Not here . . . not now."

He knew it was obscene, an abomination, to attempt to take her on this mound of earth where his mother slept so soundly below, but . . . "Please," he pleaded, trying but failing to part her thighs with one of his knees. "Mecca . . . please . . ."

She felt so warm, so soft. He'd been feeling so awful for so long, and this was the only thing he'd done in months, no years, that actually felt good.

"I don't wanna hurt you." He reached up, untying one strap of the sundress, pushing the rouched fabric down, exposing her bare breast and dusky nipple. It was much paler than the rest of her flesh and felt heavy in his hand as he squeezed and carefully tested its weight, continuing to grind himself into her still resistant flesh.

"Daniel . . . please . . . It's a cemetery." 

"I know. I'm sorry. I just . . ." He wrapped his lips around the quickly hardening peak, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He sincerely hoped that if he gave her enough of what she needed, she'd give him what he needed. "I need you," he insisted. "Please, Mecca. I'm begging you."

She bucked beneath him, still attempting to dislodge him.

Why? he cursed himself. Why was he doing this to her? Why couldn't he stop? Why did she have to look like this? Why did she have to smell like this? And, more importantly, why did she have to . . . taste so damn good? 

Her breathing became heavier, her struggles losing their strength. "Daniel . . . Please . . ."

"I want to please you," he breathed against the side of her neck.

"It isn't right," she nearly whined. "Your mother . . ."

The stinging returned to his eyes, and he immediately distracted himself by burying his face between her breasts, one clothed, the other naked, open, and vulnerable to his hot mouth and teasing tongue. He, again, welcomed her flesh into his body, licking the stiff peak, kneading the firm flesh, suckling her till he felt her arch against him, her hips thrusting against his weeping erection, her hands fisting in his hair, holding his face (and, therefore, his mouth) firmly in place. "Come for me," he quietly commanded.

Her thighs parted, of their own volition, and he felt the wet heat of her clothed core as she insistently pressed it against his upper thigh. 

"Yessss," he hissed. "So good."

She released the hold she had on his head, running her hands down his back to cup his rear, wiggling her fingers between his legs, lightly brushing against the back of his balls. "Do you wanna . . . fuck me, Daniel?"

"Please," he nearly cried. "Please, let me."

"And you want me to come for you?"

"Please," he replied again. "Please, please, please, Mecca."

She shifted beneath him, relocating her right leg, so that he was now between them. She then turned her head, peering slightly over her shoulder at the earth he'd forced her onto. He couldn't begin to imagine what she was thinking . . . but he didn't want her to leave. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to force her to do something she didn't want to, but . . . He didn't want to be alone. If she left him, he felt he'd never leave this place and he'd forever be trapped by his mother's side, having lost too much of himself to her. He'd be alone. Always.

She looked down at him. "You feel really bad, don't you. It's eating you up from the inside out."

"I just feel sick," he said. "And cold . . . and . . ." He closed his eyes refusing to let the tears fall.

Mecca laughed quietly. "Kind of reminds me of that scene in Monster's Ball between Billy Bob Thornton and Halle Berry . . . Where she's just in this . . . really bad place and needs someone, some thing to get her out of it. So she starts stripping off her clothes and asking him if he can make her feel good." She laughed again. "Really like this, actually. She just whips out a tit and shoves it in his face and--"

He caught himself mid-sob and forced itself back down.

She cupped his left cheek in her right cheek. "Don't do that," she frowned. "I know I said you could, but I really couldn't stand it if you did."

He began to tremble, his breath coming in gulps and swallows.

"Daniel, please." She craned her neck upwards, pressing her lips to his. "Please, don't," she shook her head.

But he couldn't stop.

She immediately reversed their positions, forcing his shoulders to the ground as she straddled his hips. She then brought her forehead down to his, kissing the tip of his nose. "Stop."

He tried to turn his head away, but she held it firmly in place. "Don't look at me," he closed his eyes, blocking out the sight of her. He could feel the warm water running down his face and into his ears. "Please, dear God, don't look at me."

"Shhhh . . . it's all right."

He was going to be sick. What kind of man acted like this?

He pushed at her thighs, refusing to open his eyes. "Get off, Mecca. Please . . ."

Quiet.

He knew she was still there. He could feel her. But he couldn't hear her. "Mecca?" He wanted her to leave. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, least of all her . . . but, he didn't want to be alone either. "Say something, Mecca."

He heard her sniff, then he felt her descend upon him: her stomach to his stomach, her breasts to his chest, her cheek to his, then her lips to his.

It was wet. Her cheek. It was just as wet as his. He opened his eyes.

When she noticed him staring at her, she stopped. "Fuck me, Daniel."

* * *

The sleeping female beside him stirred, moaning most erotically in her sleep, rolling over, mouthing his name, smiling, then falling back asleep.




Sleeping Beauty



Daniel rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, that old, familiar feeling rising in the pit of his stomach: nauseas but hungry.


Chapter 2

Instead of answering her, he reached down, and, taking hold of her firm posterior, edged her forward till her dripping wet slit was positioned squarely over his face. He reached beneath the skirt of her dress, found the flimsy fabric of her thong, pushed it aside then proceeded to familiarize himself with her nether lips.

Mecca gasped.

He hooked his arms around her thighs and gave her one long, languid lick from entrance to clit, planting his lips over the tiny nubbin, gently sucking on it before releasing it with a teasing nip.

Her hands found their way to the top of his head, and she began to trace tiny designs in his scalp as he serviced her with lips, teeth and tongue. She smelled like heaven and tasted sweetly of sin. Light and heady, but still intoxicating. The scents around him mixed and mingled forming one, delightfully delicious aroma: the freshly dug earth beneath them, the female musk above him, the sweet, subtle cocoa butter scent coming from each of her thighs and the crisp, clean scent of her cotton sundress filtered into his nostrils, making his head swim and his other senses come alive. 

He felt the gentle motion of her hips as his nose brushed against the well-groomed hairs of her pussy. He heard the muffled moans she made as her thighs squeezed tighter and tighter against the sides of his head. He tasted her sweet nectar as his tongue delved deeper into the undulating, aromatic canal, drinking down every drop of her liquid heat, his smooth lips carefully caressing her velvety softness.

"Daniel! Shit . . ." Her whole form went rigid above him as her fingers first clenched then relaxed in the loose curls of his hair, as she came over and over into his awaiting mouth, his talented tongue making the moment last longer than should have been humanly possible.

When he was certain she was finished, he urged her off him then sat upright.

She continued to collect herself as he undid his fly and released himself from the confines of his trousers. He then leaned over and placed an open-mouthed kiss in the crook of her neck. "I hope that more than makes up for before."

"Before?" she asked airily.

"When I pushed you down on the ground and started kissing you senseless."

"Yeah," she nodded. "That was . . . a little trippy. I'm not used to guys treating me like that. When I say 'stop,' they stop. Or I cause them a massive amount of pain."

This was just his dream, remember. An odd little adventure his mind had cooked up between insomnia and weed-induced unconsciousness. He had no idea how a woman would really react. He just made her say the things he thought she should say. And, of course, this was before she'd told him what had happened with that guy . . . whatever his name was. The guy she'd had to kick and claw at to get him off of her.

In his dream, he wanted her to like it, but he wasn't sure she would. But, being in a world of his own making, things turned out the way he wished they would. In real life, however, he knew if he ever did such a thing, she'd leave him without a second thought. She'd lived through such a thing once, and to knowingly put her through it again . . . he'd deserve to have the shit kicked out of him.

But in his fantasy world . . .

He reached over and untied her other shoulder strap. "I still want you, you know." He kissed her on her neck as he tended to her previously untouched breast. "Right here," he added. "On your knees."

Mecca laughed. "You men and your one-track minds."

He scooted closer to her, settling his erection on her left thigh. He then licked the outer shell of her ear. "Please."

"Daniel . . ."

His hand dropped from her breast to the crux of her thighs. Once there, he proceeded to rub her through the cotton of her dress and the lace of her panties. Even through the two layers he could feel her heat. As he continued his ministrations, stroking her slit, massaging her mound, and kneading the firm, supple flesh of her inner thigh, he moved himself even closer to his female companion, his legs stretched out on either side of her, his chest to her back, his head on her shoulder, his rock hard cock just above her hip bone.

He silently slid his hand up her dress and made a direct assault on her center of pleasure, causing her to moan and gasp, her shapely ass grinding into his groin. "On your knees," he urged her. "Grip the headstone, spread your legs, close your eyes and enjoy."

He lifted her dress further up her seated form, situating his pulsating member in the crease between her hip and thigh. The hollow was soft, perfectly smooth, wonderfully warm and already slick with her perspiration. He rocked himself against her, his own thrusts keeping time to the rhythm of his thick digits as he finger-fucked her tight hole.

She threw her head back against his shoulder, biting down on her lower lip.

He quickly pulled his fingers away.

Mecca groaned.

"No," he lightly warned her. "I wanna be inside you when you come this time."

"Daniel . . ."

He gave her a slight push forward. "On your knees."

At last, she obeyed, planting her bare knees in the soft earth as her hands took hold of the cool marble of his mother's headstone. She glanced over her shoulder at him, lifted her dress, then spread herself wide.

"She would have liked you," he slid in behind her, his boxers and pants pooled around his knees, his weeping dick in hand. He placed one of his hands over hers, then guided himself home. Her sheath was smooth and tight, gripping him in the most delightfully warm and wet embrace, fully engulfing him, completely accepting him, totally absorbing him. His grip momentarily tightened on her hand as a jolt of pure pleasure shot down his spine at the shear bliss of being joined so intimately with another human being.

He laid his head on her shoulder, simply savoring the tightness and rightness of their union, Mecca's juices continuing to coat his cock as he worked his hips slightly up and down, rubbing his heated groin against her puckered anus.

"A lot," he finally added, turning his lips, again, to the sensitive flesh of her neck.

Mecca sighed, sinking back against him. "So . . . good."

He slipped his fingers between her parted digits, gripping her hand tightly as he earnestly began to move within her.

"Fuck, Daniel."

He couldn't see her face, but he could tell that she was gritting her teeth. "Relax," he cooed to her, running his other hand along her side, lightly grazing the underside of her breast. He knew he was big, and he could feel how tightly he'd stretched her, but he was hoping he'd properly prepared her. "Please, Mecca." He kissed up and down her spine as he stilled his hips and massaged her right ass cheek. "Let me make you come."

"Daniel, it . . ."

His hips remained stationary as his mouth continued to move, up her back, across shoulders, over to her right ear then to her left. "You feel so good . . . Please, don't ask me to stop."

"Never," she shook her head violently. "Too . . . good . . ."

He felt a grin of self-satisfaction creep onto his face. "Is that right?" he whispered.

"Dammit, Daniel. Please. Get on with it."

He pulled back an inch then pushed back in. "Is that what you want?" he asked, teasing her. "You want my cock in that hot, little hole."

"Please," she groaned. "Move it."

"Like this?" he put a little swerve in his hips, rubbing it all the way around her inner walls.

"No!" she screamed. "Fuck me. Hard. Now."

He drew her left earlobe into his mouth then lightly worried the tiny piece of flesh between his teeth. "You mean you don't like this?"

"Daniel . . . please . . . make me feel good."

"You want it?" he asked gruffly.

"Please . . . I need you."

He gently took hold of her chin, forcing her to face him. He kissed her, then. Deeply. Purposefully. Passionately.

When he finally released her, her eyes were dazed, her lips were swollen, and her breathing was deep and ragged. "Do as I said."

Dutifully, she closed her eyes, turned away from him and tightened her grip on the tombstone.

He began slowly, drawing it out then pushing it back in, relishing each one of the wonderfully tight slides. Mecca moaned, arching her back, keeping perfect time with each of his thrusts. "Does it feel good?" he asked casually.

"Very," she panted.

And so he picked up his pace, decreased the distance of his entrances and exits, not taking it all the way out, but always slamming it all the way in. She'd shudder and gasp and moan, her hips constantly in motion, her hands opening and closing, clenching and releasing the headstone as he fucked her from behind.

"Yes," she cried out. "More, Daniel. More."

As he increased the intensity, plowing into her at full speed, his cock pistoning in and out of her, sucked into her hot, wet interior then expelled into the cooling night air, the facts of the "real" world slowly began to slip away.

His knees weren't being rubbed raw from the dirt beneath them. His thighs weren't straining from exertion. His ass wasn't burning with exhaustion. His hair wasn't plastered to his head with sweat. His hand wasn't cramping from holding onto hers so tightly.

There was her, there was him, and there was this amazing rippling effect as his hips rammed into her ass, the resilient, fleshy but firm globes, absorbing most of the shock of his repeated blows.

"So . . . Damn . . . Goo-ood!"

He closed his eyes, meeting his orgasm head on, enjoying the fantastic free fall as his balls tightened, forcing fluid into his thick shaft that roared, then spurted, and finally dripped from the slit in its head. 

Mecca convulsed as her own orgasm overcame her, buoying her up then dragging her down into a peaceful heap on the ground as the tiny tremors moved through her, signaling her satisfaction and milking him for all he was worth.

* * *

"Dammit!" Daniel cursed. He was trying to relax, trying to fall asleep, he didn't mean to...

He turned his head to the side as his female companion, again, began to stir. He closed his eyes and silently prayed she didn't notice. He'd only been joking about that coming-on-her-face-while-she-slept bullshit, and, technically, he didn't get it anywhere near her. But it was all over him.

Mecca yawned and stretched beside him, her form still nude from their previous love-making. She opened one honey-colored eye then the other.

"Morning," he said somewhat uncertainly.

The girl laughed. "It's not morning. It's still dark outside. Didn't you get any sleep?"

He shook his head.

She put her hand on his bare thigh and gave a light squeeze. "Still pretty wired, huh?"

"Something like that," he nodded.

Then she felt it. Her hand stilled, and she pulled it away to examine it, giving it a light sniff then a tentative lick. "Have you been masturbating?" she laughed.

He folded his arms over his chest, refusing to answer.

"You could've just woken me up, you know."

Still no reply.

She propped herself on her elbow, exposing those lovely, large tits and her splendid throat. "Or were you dreaming?" she asked. "Something naughty?" she prodded. "Maybe about me."

"Don't be stupid," he finally said. "Why would I dream about you when you're lying right here?"

Mecca shrugged. "I had a dream about you."

He shook his head, the barest amount of coloring rising to his cheeks. "Quit lying."

"Fuck you, then. I won't tell you about it."

He laughed to himself, at last letting his arms fall back to his sides. "What was I doing in this . . . dream of yours?"

Her smile grew. "Amazing things."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Doing laundry, cleaning the bathroom, washing the dishes . . . You were incredible."

He shook his head again, trying not to smile. "You just ain't right. You know that, right?"

"I told you. Girls don't dream about sex. It's completely attainable for us in real life, so why waste valuable dream time on that bullshit."

"And just what is that supposed to mean?"

She scooted over to his side, then snuggled against him, nestling her chin in the crook of his shoulder, her bare breasts resting against his left bicep. "Whatta you mean?"

"So what if I did have a sex dream? What's wrong with that? Not very prude-like, I might add."

"But ultimately pointless," she shrugged.

"So, you've never had a sex dream about anyone at any time," he stated flatly.

"Nope," she agreed. "I have more interesting things to occupy my mind. Like being elected president. Or going into space. Or . . . having my first kid. These things are maybes. They could happen, just not very likely that they will happen. Sex is just . . . Well, it's not blasting off into space."

"Isn't it?" he asked.

Mecca shook her head. "You are so weird, Daniel."

"I mean, you don't feel like you're lifting off or . . . I don't know . . . just . . . going off into another world?"

"Don't get me wrong, darlin'. It . . . it feels really good . . . with all the tingling and trembling and when you . . . when you kind of care about the other person involved, it's just really . . . magnificent. But . . . that's a real world pleasure. I don't have to close my eyes and nod off to sleep to get my rocks off. If there's someone I wanna fuck, I just go out and try to do it."

Daniel swallowed hard and tried to get the words out before he honestly forgot what he was going to say. "I, uh, I had a dream about you."

"I knew it!" she laughed. "What was I doing?"

"It, um, wasn't now. It was, um, right after Mom died, I, uh . . . I dreamed that you showed up at the funeral and, uh . . ."

Mecca frowned. "You had me fuck you in a church?"

"No, um . . . in the cemetery," he admitted quietly. "I just . . . really wanted someone to . . . live with me, you know. Be alive with me. To breathe and . . . all that other living crap."

"So I fucked you in a cemetery."

"After I . . . kind of . . ." He gave his head a mental shake too timid to tell her what he'd really done to her in the dream. If she knew he had dreams like that, maybe she'd think he wanted to make them a reality. "Begged you to do it."

She smiled at him, a warm, endearing light shining through her lies. "I would never make you beg," she said. "That's just . . . mean."

"I really liked that card," he finally said. "That one you gave me at the viewing."

"You already thanked me for that, dumbass."

He laughed, grasping her tightly around the shoulders, pulling more of her onto him. "I had that dream because of that card."

Mecca laughed. "So, Hallmark makes you randy, huh?"

"No, um, you're . . . you're a . . . you . . ."

"Just spit it out, Daniel. C'mon now."

"You're um, you're a really . . . b . . ."

"Bitchy person," she laughed.

"No, uh . . ."

"Bad-ass?" she poked him in the ribs.

"Yes, but no."

She thoughtfully gnawed on her lower lip. "Couldn't be boring. Mecca is many things, but boring isn't one of them."

Lying there, looking at her, feeling her pressed so closely against him. Hearing her laugh, seeing her smile. Smelling his scent lightly wafting from her skin. "Beautiful," he finally said.

She laughed again, not as easily as before. "You are really full of it tonight, aren't you, Daniel."

He shook his head. "You're it for me," he said. "I'd be . . . royally fucked if anything happened to you."

She wiggled away from him, rising to a seated position. "Shut up, Daniel."

He sat up, too. "What? What did I say?"

She raised her hands defensively, seemingly trying to ward him away. "Just shut up, okay."

"I mean, you . . . feel the same way, right? I mean, at the shop you . . ."

She swallowed hard. "I don't . . . use those words any more," she said.

"What words?"

"The 'L' word," she rolled her eyes. "I don't use it. I certainly don't say it, and I never wanna hear it."

"What?" Was he dreaming again? Was this some odd delusion his brain had worked up in its sleep-deprived state?

"I don't wanna get into this right now. I mean, we're having a good time, right? I like being with you; you like being with me. Everything's cool. That's good enough."

He shook his head. "I don't understand."

Her shoulders slumped and she sighed heavily, inadvertently causing her bosoms to bounce. "You know how I said I wasn't . . . used to having people treat me the way your dad did?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm . . . I'm not used to anybody treating me that way. I mean, every now and then I might find someone that kind of gets me. But, ultimately, it never lasts, and I end up feeling more alone than I did before I met him. I . . . I'm feeling good right now, Daniel, and I don't wanna think about not feeling good. I don't wanna think there'll be a time when you . . . don't wanna fuck me any more . . . or just plain don't wanna have me around."

"That's . . . beyond ridiculous," he countered.

"It happens," she said flatly. "You'll wake up one day and just . . . see this as some tremendous mistake and wonder how the hell you're gonna get the hell out of this shit. You'll forget about the shop. You'll forget about the card. You'll forget . . . how nice your father is to me, and you'll just--Shit!" She jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. "Why do you men always have to ruin everything?!" 
Chapter 3

He couldn't see her, but he could see the rectangular ray of light emanating from the crack under the bathroom door. And he could hear her, sobbing, the toilet paper roll rattling as she pulled sheet after sheet of tissue from the double-sized roll. She sniffed, then blew her nose, then continued to cry.

It was just like that day in the shop she made that confession in his bathroom. But worse.

Apparently, she was crying because of something he'd said, not because of being forcibly sodomized by her best friend's brother.

"I'm not . . . I don't know what I did wrong," he weakly admitted. "I thought . . . I thought girls . . . I thought you might wanna hear what I thought about that. The way you look, I guess."

Mecca scoffed. "Do you think I'm stupid?" she asked. "If you didn't like the way I looked we couldn't have spent the past 45 minutes fucking like rabbits."

"You . . . timed us?" he asked.

"No . . ."

"Then that was just some arbitrary number you pulled out of your ass."


"No. I didn't time us," she reiterated. "I knew what time we left the shop, and after we were finished I just happened to look at the clock."

He wasn't sure he believed her.

"This is really stupid," she sighed.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I . . . tell you you're . . . you know . . . and you flip out on me."

"You can't even say it again," she pointed out. "If you can't say it now, you shouldn't have said it then."

"But I felt it," he argued. "I was just lying there, looking at you and . . ."

"You messed yourself?" There was no humor in her voice.

"No! Well . . . it did make me think about the dream, and the dream well . . ."

"Do you think I'm some sort of sick freak?" she asked. "Fucking guys in a cemetery because they beg me to?"

"No." He wasn't sure he could get the words out, but he was certainly going to try. "That's what made it . . . made you so . . . b--beautiful. You . . . didn't really wanna do it, but you did because I thought . . . you know . . . that you, um," He really wanted to use the word 'love' at that point, but having already been warned about its implications . . .




Sleeping Beauty



"You didn't really want to but . . ."

"But what!" she screamed.

He drew in a deep breath and pushed it out along with what he wanted to say. "You didn't wanna do it, but you did because you loved me, and you knew how badly I needed to be with someone like that at that moment. I was . . . all kinds of messed up, and that was the only thing you could think of that would make me feel better."

Damn! he cursed to himself. She was going to leave. She was going to burst out of the bathroom, grab all her shit, and just leave. Forget that she was ten miles from town. Forget that he'd driven her here. Forget that it was probably ten degrees outside. Anything had to be better than being around him right now.

It was quiet. Too quiet. He desperately wanted to call her name and break the silence, releasing all this pent up shit he had building inside him, but, having her here and quiet was better than not having her here at all.

"I . . . I told Allen I . . . loved him once and he . . . he didn't say it back. He just sat there looking at me like . . . some horrific accident. Like he didn't know me or what I was talking about or anything. I . . . didn't know how to recover from that. I mean, when you say something like that to somebody, you expect them to say it back. And when they don't . . . it's just . . . awful. And you start to wonder if, you know, you were involved in the same relationship all this time.

"I mean, if they . . . made you . . . love them . . . shouldn't they love you, too?"

"Unrequited," he said solemnly. "It happens. And it sucks."

"No," she said. "He talked about marrying me and getting a house. And what we'd name our kids and . . . He loved me, Daniel. He just . . . didn't want me to love him back."

He chuckled lightly. "What was he smokin'?"

"Don't make fun of him," she said evenly. "He had it rough."

"And you haven't?" he asked. "I haven't?"

"Actually," she said, "you kind of . . . remind me of him . . . in some ways. It's not always a bad thing but . . . you just made me so happy tonight and . . . I don't get to be happy." The sobbing began anew, quickly accompanied by the rattling roll.

He scooted to the edge of the bed, placing his feet flat on the floor, feeling suddenly light and giddy. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Mecca sighed. "It's like I'm cursed or something. Every guy I've ever liked: a)didn't like me back; b)had some extremely racist friends or family members; or c)just plain flakes out on me. I mean, part of the problem is other people. I mean, I like all kinds of men, you know. Not just white ones. But whenever I would end up with a white one, my life would just go all to hell."

The room, again, fell quiet. "And why's that?" he asked.

"People are just hateful and don't wanna see me happy."

"And why wouldn't they want you to be happy?"

She half-laughed, half-sighed. "C'mon, Daniel, you're a smart guy."

"Are you saying 'The Man' is trying to keep your love life down?"

"Think about it," she said. "If I don't fall in love, I don't get married. If I don't get married, I'm not gonna have kids. If I don't have kids, that's at least one less black person 'The Man' has to worry about." She forced another laugh. "And if I kill myself out of loneliness and desperation, all the better."

Daniel, sick of all this silliness, stood, approached the door, then cleared his throat. "Come outta there."

"What?"

He stiffened his spine. "You heard me. Come outta there."

"And if I don't?" she asked, half-teasing, half-serious.

He shrugged. "I'll break the door down."

Mecca laughed. "Bullshit."

He ticked off the count of three on his fingers, then crashed through the door. 
Chapter 4

"What the fuck!" She leaped off the toilet and pressed herself against the back wall between the end of the bathtub and the sink, crossing her arms over her chest.

Daniel was nonplussed. "I told you. Are you gonna come out, now?"

She shook her head. "You're out of your mind."

"You wanna leave? Fine. You never wanna see me again? Great. You wanna sit in here and cry while I have to take a piss? Not gonna happen."

The tension from her face faded, and she visibly relaxed. "I was not crying."

"Sure, you weren't." He slipped an arm behind her and ushered her out the door. "And no peeking. I know how you chicks are." He closed the door after her.

"And how's that?" she wanted to know.

"You're all a bunch of Peeping Toms. Had this girl 'accidentally' walk in on me in elementary school. Second grade. Her name was Angela. Well, it was a one-person unisex bathroom, no stalls just a toilet."

"And she saw it," Mecca laughed. "Must have blown her eight-year-old little mind."

"I guess," he said. "When Valentine's Day rolled around, instead of giving me one of those little cards that come in packs of 18, 24, 32 or whatever, she got me a real one. With hearts and flowers and birds and shit."

"Did you try to feel her up?" she teased.

"She was eight, you sicko."

"So were you," she retorted.

"She was . . . not cute," he finally said. "Kids had a nickname for her."

Mecca huffed. "I'm sure it was really rude and demeaning."

"It was," he agreed. "If I'd had a brain in my head back then, I wouldn't have been such an ass to her."

"You probably broke her heart and turned her gay and shit."

"Actually, she, um, she came down with leukemia and died. That was the first time someone I knew had died."

"I'm sorry."

He shook himself off, flushed, and washed his hands. She took a step back as the door opened, and he rejoined her in his room. "Why? You didn't do it."

He walked back over to the bed, pulled the covers back, then laid down, tucking himself beneath the quilted comforter. "You're still naked."

She shrugged. "You were expecting me to leave, I guess?"

He shook his head. "I don't know what to expect from you. You're just . . . full of surprises."

"I, uh, I didn't mean to flip out on you like that. I'm sure it was completely out of right field, and I'm sorry. Tonight has just been . . . really weird for me, and of all the things I'd expect you to say, that wasn't one of them."

"You look cold," he said. "Come back to bed."

She shook her head, assuming this utterly demure posture in front of him, off to the left side of the bed. She crossed her arms in front of her, covering the dusky peaks of her breasts, while hiding her pubic triangle with the palms of both her hands. It accentuated the strength of her upper body, the roundness of her shoulders, the slant of her collarbone, the lean lines of her biceps, the ample cleavage of her chest. Then there was the outward flare of her hips, the thickness of her thighs, the tapering to her knees then the swell of her well-muscled calves. If every woman in the world was built like her, all laws prohibiting public nudity would be lifted. 

"I feel like an ass," she said. "I feel like I have to explain myself."

Daniel shrugged. "Explain away."

"If you hadn't noticed, I'm not a real girly girl. I mean, the way I talk, the way I present myself, my attitude about sex . . . I mean, I guess that's why guys find me so easy to be around: I'm like one of them. But I'm not. I'm a chick. A heterosexual chick that likes heterosexual men."

"Yeah," he nodded.

"You know when you first meet someone, and you're just getting to know them, and there's this slim window of opportunity where your relationship could go either way. You could either be 'just friends' or maybe it could be something more?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I've had girl friends before."

"Ones that you would never fuck because they don't appeal to you in that way."

"Yeah."

"Girls with 'great personalities.'"

"Yeah."

"You remember what I looked like in school, right? The double chin, the clothes from KMart, the really, really thick glasses."

Daniel shrugged. "I know we were in home room together and stuff, but I, honestly, can't remember that much about you . . . Appearance-wise, anyway."

"Well, I had an exceptional personality. I was funny and witty, and crass and vulgar. I always knew the right thing to say. I never got in any trouble. I was just . . . If more people had gotten past the whole 'black' thing, I would've been really popular."

"I don't doubt it."

"But, anyway. I dressed kind of like a guy back then. I was into the whole grunge scene: Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Bush . . ."

"I remember those bands."

She smiled and nodded. "Anyway, there were a bunch of guys I got to hanging out with, and, being a heterosexual girl around a group of heterosexual guys. I got a crush on one of them and made the mistake of telling him."

"And what'd he do?" Daniel asked.

Mecca rolled her eyes. "He flipped out. He thought it was gross and wrong and . . . he didn't even think of me as a girl. Well, being an adolescent female, I took that kind of bad and . . . well . . . I gave up on men. I assumed that every man in the world was going to respond to me like he did, and I didn't wanna deal with it. I couldn't stop being me, you know. I couldn't wave a magic wand and turn into a cheerleading, cock-sucking, slut, so I kind of settled into this . . . inherently male way of thinking. You know, if he doesn't want me, fuck him. Plenty more where that came from.

"But, I got older, and my body changed, my style evolved, and I finally attracted some genuinely male attention . . . and any time they tried to treat me like a girl: lift 'heavy' things for me, hold open doors, pull out chairs, all that chivalry bullshit. I'd get kind of mad, and be like 'Thanks, but I could've done that myself.' So, I got labeled a bitch."

"Because you didn't want some guy sucking up to you to get in your pants."

"Exactly! I mean, I'm not an idiot. I know the only reason you walked across a crowded dance floor to talk to me is because you wanna fuck me. That doesn't make me mad, but just be honest about it. Don't lie to me and sweet talk me and try to sugar-coat shit. Just say what's on your mind: Mecca, I think you're hot, and I wanna fuck."

Daniel considered this. "So . . . if a guy doesn't come out and ask for it . . ."

"He either doesn't want it, or he's trying to play me for a fool, and I can clearly imagine him laughing while he's leaving cuz I finally gave him what he wanted."

He cleared his throat, a slight smile quirking the corners of his mouth. "I remember you coming into the shop once, a bit after I'd first opened, and you'd told me what you really wanted wasn't on any of the shelves."

Mecca shrugged. "It wasn't."

"Three years," he said. "You kept hanging around me for three years without . . . anything."

"No," she shook her head. "I had my hopes, my suspicions . . . your dad and Terri."

"So . . ." He knew she was trying to make some kind of point, but he wanted her to say it out plainly, so he didn't make any more verbal faux pas.

"I'm like a guy, Daniel. I don't like talking about my feelings and all that shit. And I don't wanna hear that I'm . . . pretty . . . or whatever. Even if you mean it," she looked up at him, then, looking him straight in the eye, "and I'm sure you do. It just . . . sets off the little warning bells in my head, and I'll wanna get as far away from you as possible."

"So . . . no 'I love yous.'"

Mecca laughed, again refusing to meet his gaze. "Unless you want me to puke."

"But I can say: Mecca, you've got me so hard, I wanna fuck you till you can't walk straight."

The girl nodded. "That is . . . acceptable."

"Can't say: you're beautiful inside and out and feel extremely blessed by the pleasure of your company, but I can say: come suck my cock and swallow my load, while I eat you out and lick your anus."

Mecca swallowed hard. "If that's what's on your mind."

"What if I . . . grabbed you around the waist, laid you across my knees, smacked that ass and fingered that pussy till you were nothing but a sobbing, quivering mass in my lap."

She had no verbal response for that one, merely parted her lips then wet them with the tip of her tongue.

He, himself, could feel his sleeping member return to full alertness. "Suck you like a cow, ride you like a horse, fuck you like a dog."

At that, the one hand covering her sex moved to finger her slit, while the other slid along her inner thigh.

"Don't you dare," he barked out.

Her hands immediately stilled.

"Bring yourself on over here."

Her breath came in pants and gasps, her chest heaving, a translucent line of moisture running down the inside of both thighs. "I don't think I can make it."

"Did I ask you to think?" he retorted. "I told you to bring yourself over here and get. In. This. Bed."

She bit her lower lip then ran her tongue over the minor wound. "What're you gonna do to me?"

He refused to play her little game. She'd woken the monster, now she'd have to lay him back to rest. "I'll give you till the count of three, Mecca."

Her breathing rate increased and he could smell the musky scent of her growing arousal. Her feet, however, remained stationary.

"If I have to get out of this bed, woman, and I have to chase after that fine ass of yours, I will take you where I fell you and fuck you within an inch of your life."

Mecca huffed lightly, an altogether erotic light glinting in her eyes. "I'm faster than you are."

"Maybe," he agreed, "but you don't really wanna run. You wanna come over here and lay down like a good girl, spread them legs and let me get in between him."

She, again, wet her lips, her entire body growing ripe with arousal before his very eyes. Her skin glowed, her lips reddened, her nipples extended, and she couldn't keep from rubbing her thighs together. "So you can fuck me with that big dick of yours? Shove that thick monster in my hot, little hole?"

It didn't even take three steps to reach her. He rotated his legs to the left edge of the bed, slid his ass to the edge, sprang to his feet, and knocked her to the ground.

"Daniel!" She scrambled to get away from him, but he held her tightly around the waist, flipping her onto her stomach.

"I warned you," he admonished, pulling her back flush against him, sliding his erection between her slick folds, fully coating his member in her abundant juices.

Mecca moaned, bucking against him.

"That's right," he breathed harshly against the side of her face. "Whose pussy is this?"

She slid herself up and down his body, grinding her rear into his heated groin.

He smacked her left ass cheek for not replying. "Think you can stand up there and tease me?" he asked. "Make me talk dirty to you while you play with yourself?" He smacked the cheek again, continuing to run his cock along her slick valley. "Whose. Pussy. Is. This?"

She let out a deep, guttural moan as she threw her head back, rubbing her left cheek against his right one.

He sent his right hand between her thighs to assault her center of pleasure, twisting the tiny nubbin between his thumb and forefinger. "Don't make me hurt you, Mecca." He kissed alongside her neck, suckling on her earlobe, then licking along her collarbone.

"Daniel . . ." she sighed.

"Daniel what?" he asked. He increased the pressure applied to her clit, forcefully rubbing it with his first, middle and ring fingers. "Whose pussy is it, Mecca? Who do you belong to? Who do you love?"

"You!" she cried out, a fresh gush of fluid coating his fingers.

He loosened his hold on her, scooted himself slightly back, wedged her thighs further apart, positioned himself at her entrance, then smoothly slid it home.

They both groaned in unison.

He'd never had a female in the raw. And the feeling of her hot, wet interior fully embracing his bare shaft was . . .

"I wanna come, Daniel. Please, help me come again."

"Bend over," he instructed.

She bent her back, placing her hands flat on the floor, her ass to his groin, his cock deeply buried in her scorching hot snatch. He gripped her hips, then began to move.

"Yeah," she called out. "Like that."

He had to concentrate this time. If he wasn't careful, he'd come too soon and ruin all their newly-discovered fun. "Say it again," he told her, sliding back and forth in her tight interior. "Tell me you love me."

"I . . . I can't . . ."

He increased his speed, increased his force. "You can," he insisted. "You will."

"Please!" she cried. "Daniel . . ."

"Say it, Mecca." He slowed his pace, but deepened the penetration, taking it all the way out, then shoving it completely back in. He covered her back with his chest, reaching beneath her to fondle one breast then the other. His tongue caressed her collarbone as his lips kissed her fevered fleshed. "Does it feel good?" he asked her. "Do you want me to make you come?"

She let out one, long sigh. "Yes, Daniel . . . Please, Daniel . . ."

"Has anyone ever fucked you like this?"

She pressed herself against him as his left hand rubbed slow circles over her clit.

"No, Daniel . . . Just you, Daniel . . ."

He, again, turned his attention to her left ear, licking along the outer shell, then pulling the lobe into his hot, humid mouth. "Do I make you feel good, Mecca? Does my cock feel good in your cunt?"

"Yes, Daniel . . . Very, Daniel . . ."

"Do you wanna make me happy, Mecca?"

She was getting close, now. He could feel the beginning of tiny fluttering all along her canal.

"Yes, Daniel . . . Please, Daniel . . ."

"Tell me again," he whispered. "Tell me, Mecca."

Her back arched upwards, then resumed its previous position.

He continued to kiss her, circling her clit as he pushed himself in deeper and deeper. "You're so . . . beautiful, Mecca . . . and you make me feel so good."

A contented sigh passed through her parted lips, something between a purr and a groan.

"We fit right together, and I . . . love when you say my name."

"Oh Daniel . . . Daniel . . ."

"I want you to come." He gave her right breast a particularly tight squeeze, then gave the nipple a tiny pinch between his thumb and index finger. He skin was so soft, so smooth. And the pebbled texture of her nipple, a pure delight to explore. "I want you to come, and I want you to love me."

Mecca groaned.

"Please, Mecca. Tell me."

"Daniel . . ."

He watched as her fingers flexed in the shag carpeting below them. "Please, Mecca. I can't keep doing this . . . if it doesn't mean anything."

"Everything," she sighed. "It means . . . everything."

He pulled himself away from her, again taking hold of her hips. He drew himself out, then shoved himself back in.

"Ohhhh . . ."

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. Never again, he swore to himself. If she couldn't give him what he wanted. If she wasn't willing to please him the way he wanted to please her. If that word refused to come to her lips when she thought of him . . .

"Mecca . . . Dammit . . ." He held her perfectly still as he shot stream after stream of hot semen into her awaiting womb. Her body responded to his, clenching him tightly, massaging him gently, thoroughly draining him dry. He withdrew, and she collapsed to the floor in a sweaty, panting heap.

He turned away from her. "I don't wanna see you, any more."

"What?" she pushed her hair back from her face, staring at him, clearly distressed.

"You're not . . . who I hoped you were," he replied.

"Because I can't say it?" she asked.

"Won't say it?"

"So what?" she snapped. "It's just a word."

"My . . . Mom always said if you can't say what you feel, then you're probably not feeling anything at all."




Sleeping Beauty



Finally, after many trials, the Handsome Prince arrived outside Sleeping Beauty's chamber. Hesitantly he tried the door. It yielded with a soft click, swinging open on oiled hinges.

There, laid on the bed as motionless as if she were indeed dead, lay the Princess. She wore a green kirtle neatly arranged around her slumbering form, her long auburn hair unbound and fanned out over the pillow beneath her head. Her arms lay by her sides, and her chin was tilted up slightly with her lips parted as if they expected a kiss. Which, in view of the prophecy, they probably did.

The Prince simply gazed at her for a long moment, taking in her clear pale skin, the long lashes fluttering on silky cheeks, the fine coral curve of her lips. Her chest moved gently as she breathed, her rounded breasts rising and falling in a slow rhythm. 

Recalling himself, the Prince remembered the duty imposed on him as the Princess's true love and the breaker of the spell. For this moment he had endured hardship, cold, hunger and mortal peril in his quest to reach the Princess's side. He moved towards her, leaning on the side of the bed and arching over her body as he bent forward to place his lips on hers in a chaste, tender kiss.

As he did so, however, he was startled when she moved, her head turning away from him, her brow puckering momentarily and her lips forming a small moue of frustration. Recoiling slightly he looked down at her as she lay on the bed, and was fascinated to notice that one of her hands had left its position at her side and was now placed squarely on her own breast.

Open-mouthed, he watched her hand as the fingers began to describe small circles, stroking and caressing the rounded curve of her breast. Her head turned back in the other direction, facing him now as her lips parted so that the tip of her pink tongue was just visible between perfect white teeth.

After a few moments, during which the Prince watched in rapt attention but with a mounting sense of guilty unease, the Princess's hand moved to her other breast, sliding and circling across the fabric of her gown. The unmistakeable bumps of her nipples grew and hardened under her attentions, and it was only a matter of seconds before her fingers found one and began to rub and caress.

Her other hand now joined the action, both breasts receiving strokes, tweaks and gentle pinches. Her body clearly responded as the nipples hardened even more, standing out now like small marbles. Her head moved from side to side on the pillow, her eyes still closed and her lips parted. A small moan escaped her.

The Prince, caught between fascination and horror, did not know what to do. Of course, he should wake the lady with his kiss, or else he should leave the room. However, he found he could do neither. He stood over her as she caressed herself, and felt an undeniable response in his own body.

Then the motions of her hands changed. Both suddenly slid down her body, moving across her flat stomach and then outwards to smooth the sheer green fabric of her gown over her hips and waist. She stroked the length of her upper body in long motions, one hand returning to carry on caressing her breasts and nipples while the other moved in slow sinuous motions, describing circles over her stomach, hips and waist. Again, she sighed softly.

After a minute of this the expression on her face changed. He became aware that a small frown creased her brow, and she was biting her lower lip in what looked like frustration. Her hands began to pluck at the fabric covering her hips; she seemed to be trying to remove it.

The Prince, his breath coming slightly faster now, glanced back over his shoulder. He knew the castle was effectively empty of conscious life, with all its inhabitants slumbering under the same spell as the Princess. He was the only person awake in the entire place, and yet he hesitated. The lady clearly wanted access to her own skin, but was it gentlemanly for him to grant it?

Paralysed by indecision he stood over her, both of them frowning although for very different reasons. Her roaming hands continued to pluck at her dress, starting to ruck it up around her hips. The Prince, seeing this and reasoning that she would eventually disrobe herself anyway, overcame his hesitation. Being careful not to touch her skin (somehow that seemed like more of an invasion that simply raising her dress) he took hold of her skirt at the hem and carefully pulled it upwards, exposing the white skin of her legs.

As soon as her hands slid across the gathered material and touched the tops of her thighs she took over the task herself, grasping the fabric and pulling it up her body. The Prince gasped himself then, gazing entranced at the neat triangle of silky dark pubic hair revealed as the dress was tugged upwards to bunch around her waist. Princesses, it seems, do not wear underwear in bed.

The frown disappeared from her brow then, and her hands resumed their stroking and sliding movements over her skin. She pinched a fabric-covered nipple especially hard, making herself gasp and shudder slightly. Her legs twitched, opening a fraction and then closing again.

Her hands became more insistent on her body as she continued to caress herself, and after a few moments one of them found its way between her legs. Instantly she gasped, her back arched slightly, and her legs opened fully. A choked gasp escaped the Prince as her index finger slid between her lower lips, parting them and starting to explore the glistening pink wetness within.

The Prince suddenly found he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable in his own underwear. His guilt at observing the Princess obviously pleasuring herself in her sleep was dissolving, to be replaced by an overpowering desire to experience the same pleasure himself. With slightly fumbling hands he unlaced his hose and pulled aside his undergarments, releasing an erection of enormous proportions. He sighed as the air cooled its throbbing head, and then sighed again as his hand closed around its shaft.

Cock in hand, he moved around the bed until he was standing at its foot, perfectly positioned for a fine view of both the lady's hands as they went to work between her legs. She was wet with her own excitement, the fingers of one hand spreading her lips as if to display herself to him and the other rubbing, stroking and circling the small nub of flesh where her pleasure centred. The Prince moved his own hand on his cock as he watched, stroking up and down, his breath coming faster.

Suddenly the hand parting her lips moved. He almost exclaimed with disappointment, until it became clear where that hand was headed. While she continued to caress her clitoris with gentle but insistent movements, her other hand slid below it and the Prince watched, his own movements temporarily stilled, as she circled experimentally and then pushed first one, then two fingers inside herself and began to move them in and out.

Both her hands were now wet and glistening with her own juices, the plunging and rubbing fingers clearly expert at their task. Small gasps escaped her with each breath. The Prince groaned and resumed pumping his cock, the slumbering castle at his back entirely forgotten.

Together, although apart, their pleasure mounted. The Prince was almost unbearably excited by the sight of the Princess's hands busy between her legs, and found he occasionally had to slow or still his own movements, grasping his erection firmly at the base to avoid triggering his ecstasy too soon. The Princess's head moved from side to side, her body writing and her legs twitching as her hands drove her towards orgasm. Her gasps grew louder, and her movement faster and more urgent.

The Prince, entranced, began to move his hand on his cock in time with her plunging fingers as they dipped inside her body and out again. As her tempo increased so did his, the act of concentrating on her rhythm helping him to prolong his pleasure. Before many minutes, however, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. His cock was pulsating in his hand, straining upwards and forwards as if trying to reach the promised land that was so invitingly displayed before it.

Suddenly the Princess's back arched and she gave a loud gasp and then a moan as her body twitched and convulsed. The prince saw an unmistakeable gush of wetness around her fluttering fingers as her orgasm overcame her. The fingers inside her body plunged deep, deeper, and remained there as she rubbed her clitoris with tiny jerky motions. Her neck and back arched even more, and she gave a long loud cry of release.

The Prince gasped himself then, the unbearable ache in his engorged cock and balls rising to become an uncontrollable gush. His pumping hand moving urgently now, his cock twitched and the head pulsed once and then opened, shooting semen over his hand and the bed in front of him. Gouts of it fell on the silk sheets, on the Princess's still-twitching legs, and some even reached as far as her glistening clitoris and the pubic hair on her mound. His orgasm seemed to continue forever, as intense as anything he had ever experienced.

After an eternity, however, the aching and the gushing subsided, leaving him trembling. The Princess's hands still lay between her legs, sodden and shiny, but stilled now apart from the occasional tiny flicker of aftershock. His semen ran down her thighs and dripped from her pubic hair onto her fingers as they rested against her swollen clitoris. Her breathing was slow and regular -- she had never woken up, he realised.

The sudden realisation of what he had just witnessed and done struck him. Half appalled, half elated, he rapidly tucked his subsiding cock away and rearranged his clothing. Then he gently restored her dress to its former state as well as he could, hoping that the wet patches where his semen soaked through would remain unnoticed. He placed her legs together and her arms by her sides, catching as he did so the aroma of her female musk from her hands. Suppressing a gasp he gently arranged her limbs exactly as they had been when he first entered the room. Her hair was in some disarray, but he could do nothing about that.

He stood over her again as he had done before. Her face was now slightly flushed, her lips parted in a post-orgasmic half-smile. He thought he had never seen anything so beautiful as he bent and gently kissed her on the lips.

The rest of the story is retold elsewhere -- how the spell was broken and she awoke, claiming him as her true love, and the two of them married, ruled long and wisely over their dominions and had many fine and healthy children and grandchildren to rule after them. What the stories do not tell, however, is how in later years the Prince would sometimes stand over his wife as she lay in their bed and gaze down at her increasingly matronly body with a faraway look in his eyes. Then he would take her in his arms and make love to her with especially tender intensity.

If the Princess herself ever wondered about this, she never asked. And the Prince certainly never told.



Sleeping Beauty



He crept up to the door as quietly as possible, determined not to waken her if she was asleep. The door was a few inches ajar, and he pressed his eye to the gap. 

'Great,' he whispered to himself, nodding happily. She was fast asleep, laying on her side and facing the door. The lightweight summer duvet seemed preternaturally bright in the early morning sunlight, and it contrasted starkly with her lightly tanned skin. It was pulled up to her chest, leaving a tantalising view of the upper slopes of her breasts, and as he watched she turned slightly, a small dream-whisper escaping her lips. 

He held his breath as the duvet slipped a little lower and felt a rapid quickening of his pulse as her dark nipples were freed from the cover. For a few seconds he found himself unable to move, captivated by her firm, lithe form. He swallowed hard and eased the door further open, still determined not to waken her, and then stepped softly into he bedroom. He froze on the spot as she gave another whimper, and he thought his heart might explode as she pushed the duvet further down her body, her breasts now completely bare to his eager gaze.

He was still desperately hoping that this wasn't a prelude to her awakening when she rolled quickly onto her stomach. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief and crossed to the bed where he first paused to take in the perfect lines of her bare back, before gently easing himself onto the mattress beside her. Praying fervently that he wouldn't disturb her, but unable to resist, he reached forward and gently stroked her hair where it lay on the nape of her neck. Another quiet noise was all that escaped her and, emboldened, he let his hands drift lower, softly stroking the velvety smoothness of her shoulders and back.

Completely entranced, his hands moved a little more firmly, the stroking becoming closer to a massage, and when she still showed no signs of waking, he finally pulled the duvet down the length of her long legs. Reaching forward once more, he gently kissed her neck behind her ear, and she gave a long sigh of contentment. From her neck, he moved slowly sown the length of her body, hands caressing, lips following with kisses. When he reached her gently rounded bottom, her sighs became a little more urgent, her legs parting slightly as his hand delved between them. There, he gently slid a finger along her already moist lips, and she groaned softly, apparently still asleep.

Control was no longer his own, and with his free hand he fumbled at the tie of the tracksuit bottoms he wore. As quickly as he could, he pulled the garment down his legs and climbed fully onto the bed, kneeling beside her. Carefully, he slipped his left knee between her legs, and as she opened wider for him, he brought his right knee inside, his whole body trembling in anticipation. After taking a few deep breaths, he leant forward, bracing his weight on his hands, and then lowered himself onto her, his erection already pressing eagerly at its target. 

He could scarcely believe that she was still asleep, and as he gently entered her, he realised that he no longer cared. As his member thrust deeper, she gave a long, ecstatic groan and she pushed back at him, her bottom rising as she did so. Gradually, he began to thrust rhythmically, each stroke eliciting a louder and louder groan of delight, and he knew that she had finally woken when she gasped 'Yes!' and pulled her upper body away from the mattress.

He reached underneath her with one hand and cupped a firm breast, squeezing it gently as he rode her on to the inevitable destination. He could scarcely believe it when he felt a distinct trembling in her stomach, and the realisation that she was approaching orgasm spurred him on. As her gasps and groans grew louder still, he could feel his own climax approaching rapidly, and when the first shudder coursed through her, he released himself to the moment in a silent but violently intense orgasm. Even after he had emptied himself into her, he continued to thrust deep and hard as her own climax shuddered through her.

Finally, her cries of delight subsided to breathless gasps, and she slumped forward onto the mattress, sated and sweating. He remained deep inside her for a minute or so, his own breathing gradually returning to normal, and then gently slid out of her moist warmth.

Silently, he pulled up the tracksuit and climbed gingerly off the bed. He bent forward and kissed the nape of her neck, and as he did so he heard her quietly mutter, 'God, that was good.' He smiled to himself and then straightened. After a final, lingering look at her beautiful naked form, he turned and left the room. Outside the house he realised that he hadn't even asked her what her name was. Or, why her front door had been left so invitingly open that morning.



Sleeping Beauty



It's a warm, peaceful night by the beach. The soft hiss of the waves lapping against the shore the only sound in this quiet neighbourhood. Sparsely dotted cabins throw shadows along the road in the moonlight. You walk unhurriedly down the road, through shadow and moonlight, enjoying the solitude.

A net curtain sways in an out of an open cabin window in the gentle breeze rolling in from the sea. The movement seems out of place with everything else so still and you find yourself drawn towards it. Stopping outside the window, you hold your hand out, letting the breeze ripple the net under your hand. After a moment you catch a fold in the net and gently pull it aside.

For a moment you cannot see anything and then as your eyes adjust to the darkness inside, you see her. She's sleeping, lying naked on the bed with the tangled remains of a sheet covering nothing more than her middle. On her side, one knee bent upwards towards her chest, holding her there, exposing her naked pussy to the moonlight. You feel a stirring in your groin and glance around you. Seeing no-one, you swiftly and silently climb through the window and move to the end of the bed.

You stand there a moment watching her breathing. Her chest gently rising and falling as the moonlight highlights her curves. She looks so peaceful, so innocent, so beautiful, her perfectly sized breasts, her dark hair spread against the pillow. Hesitantly, you reach out a hand and softly caress her ass with your fingertips. Lost in her dreams, she doesn't even notice. Emboldened, you run a finger along her pussy, feeling the soft folds of skin, the knot of her clit, the roughness of trimmed hair after the bareness of the rest of it. You do it again, this time pressing more firmly, your finger sliding between her folds to her entrance, feeling the warmth of it, naturally moist, but not yet wet. The stirring in your groin becomes stronger, spurring you on. You softly caress and tease her pussy lips and clit with your fingers, fascinated as the movements constantly change the way the moonlight and shadows play across the folds.

A soft sigh, a slight movement and you freeze, afraid that you have woken her, holding your breath as you watch her. A moment later and she shifts on to her back, more tense seconds, your heart racing, sure that just the sound of it will wake her. Her breathing softens again, back into the slow, gentle rhythm of deep sleep and you relax again. Pausing to allow your heart to slow and remembering to breathe again you look at her new arrangement. Legs spread, but not too wide, the smooth curves of her stomach rising into the larger curves of her breasts, topped by still-soft nipples, the moonlight highlighting half of her face, so peaceful and serene.

You silently move to the side of the bed away from the window, not wanting your shadow to interrupt her sleep. Reaching out, you gently caress her breasts -- soft yet firm. Fingertips teasing her nipples like a feather, feeling them rise at your touch, seeing the shadow of her breasts change to show the hardening tips. Boldly you lean down and softly lick across one, tasting the sweet saltiness of her skin. Carefully and gently you continue, fingers on one, mouth and tongue on the other, cajoling them to new levels of hardness. She sighs again but this time you don't pause, simply raising your eyes to her face, seeing her eyes rapidly moving beneath their lids, dreaming. 

A short time more on her breasts before you finally do pause, the tension in your pants too much, so you remove them, your cock springing to attention as you release it from its fabric prison. Stepping out of your pants you move back to the foot of the bed, pressing a finger gently between her pussy lips, this time finding wetness which you bring up and rub around her clit. Her legs spread wider at the touch. You lean forwards and repeat the action with your tongue, smelling her arousal as you draw close and then tasting it as you reach her. So sweet. 

Running your tongue up and down, around her clit, sliding it inside, you hear her breathing deepen. You can't take it any more. You carefully climb onto the bed, guiding your cock to her entrance. Hands placed either side of her body you slide your cock quickly and deeply inside. Warm... wet... so tight around your cock. The intrusion does wake her, her eyes flicking open, her mouth open as she gasps ready to cry out. You place your mouth over hers, silencing her with a rough kiss as you start to thrust. She pushes at you for a few seconds but the arousal that you have built up in her while she sleeps takes over, relaxing beneath you she starts to move with you. 

You stop kissing her and raise your head enough to look at her. Breasts bouncing with each thrust, head back in ecstasy, a soft moan escaping her lips. The warmth of her pussy seems to grow, almost hot around your cock as you thrust deeper, harder, more urgently. A gasp and a long low moan from her and you feel her pussy spasm around your cock as she cums. That's all that is needed to send you to your own orgasm. A grunt, a cry and you stiffen, your cock buried deep in her as you feel it pulse with each gush of cum. One last thrust to finish and you collapse on top of her, your cock still inside her as you both breathe heavily, recovering. 

It takes a few minutes for you to recover before you slowly raise yourself up and slip your softening cock out of her. You move to get off the bed but are suddenly stopped by her grabbing your head as she raises up to kiss you passionately on the lips. "Thank you" she whispers before letting you go and laying back on the bed to watch as you stand up. Retrieving your discarded clothes you put them back on before heading back to the window, followed by her eyes. As you drop down out of the window, you hear her soft voice say "Come back sometime". You think you will...



Sleeping Beauty



She fell asleep without a word. No 'good night', no 'I love you', no words at all. She just slumped out of the bathroom, curled up under the covers and passed out. 

I knew her silence came from fatigue and frustration at life, not anger at me. Her job had been unusually stressful and hectic that day. From what I understood, dealing with ACS was always frustrating, but today was worse somehow. She didn't want to talk about it. 

Then she threw herself into an intense dance class right after work that channeled her restless energy but drained her physically. The only reason she was at my place instead of going home was because she was too tired to make the long commute. Among my other qualities as a lover, I was often very convenient. So she slept restlessly, trying to gather strength for another day. 

I watched her sleeping wishing there was something I could do to help her feel better. Her bare breasts rose and fell with her strained breathing, the dark skin still moist from her shower. Her hips twisted as she struggled to find comfort and I got a tempting vision of her firm, juicy ass before the sheets blocked my view. She was deliciously helpless in my bed. 

That gave me an idea. 

I slid into bed, curled up beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She pressed back into me instinctively, her ass brushing against my groin. That small movement ignited my erection, but I continued to focus on her. I pressed soft kisses onto her cheek and whispered encouraging words into her ear. Not loud enough to wake her, but hopefully audible enough to slide into her dreams. She let out a soft sigh and held my hand to her chest. 

That was the signal I was looking for. My kisses pressed deeper on her neck. I licked and nibbled on her ear lobe; pulling more sighs and moans from her lips. Her breath came quicker now, pushing her breasts out farther. My hand cupped to squeeze the soft flesh and her nipple sprang to life in my hand. 

"Yes..." 

She rolled onto her back to give me more access to her body. I stole a quick glace into her pretty face before pulling her nipple into my mouth. Her eyes were still closed. I decided

she was still sleeping and probably dreaming. I flicked my tongue to tease her and traced the outline of her stomach with my fingers, wondering which lover she was dreaming about as I stroked her. 

Her legs opened smoothly as my cupped hand dipped between them. Her head rocked into my shoulder and her back arched. I offered soft kisses on her face to comfort her and long slow strokes on the lips of her pussy to excite her. It wasn't long before her hips were grinding against my fingers and the first drops of moisture covered them. My lover still slept, but now she was riding out the wet dream I was giving her. I let her ride for a little while longer before I decided to wake her up. 

I moved down her body, dropping kisses on her breasts, ribs and hips. Positioning myself between her legs, I slid my arms under her succulent thighs, raised my arms up and spread her hips wider. With one last look on her sweet sleeping face, I flattened out my tongue and slid it up the length of her pussy, leaving a trail of saliva as I went. Her eyes shot open, looking down at me in a haze of confusion and shock. Before she could question or protest, I devoured her swollen clit and sucked deeply. 

"Oh shit..." 

Her brain didn't know what was happening, but her body responded willingly. Her hips popped off the bed, burying my face in her. The taste of her was so sweet to me. I gladly

lapped up her juices, hungry for every drop. She started to grind on my face, playing her pussy against my mouth. I stiffened my tongue to fuck her with it and was rewarded for my aggression when her head flew back against the pillow.

"Oh fuck..." 

Part of me wanted to eat her pussy all night. Another part of me wanted to pull on a condom and fuck her brains out. My dick was hard beneath me and it was more than ready to go. But she needed to sleep. Now was not the time for 10 rounds of sex. I pulled my face away just long enough to dip my fingers into my mouth. I stole a few more delicious licks on her clit before I eased two fingers into her dripping sex. 

"Oh yeah..." 

Her wet inner muscles were tight against my fingers. I began to stroke her slowly, burying all three knuckles into her with a strong steady rhythm. She kicked off the sheets,

raised her legs in the air and held the back of her thighs to form a wide V with her lower body. Everything was open to me now. I increased the speed of my hand and licked greedily at her clit. 

"Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..." 

She was deep in the ride now. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her tongue rolled out of her mouth as if she wanted a taste of pussy too. Her nipples were stiff, her hips jerked violently in time with my finger fucking and her thighs shook with waves of pleasure. She was cresting, so I tried to take her over the edge. 

With one deep thrust I curled my fingers into her G spot and sucked at her clit even harder. Keeping the pressure up with my mouth, I tapped her secret spot quickly with the tips of my fingers. I hoped that this inner and outer attention would give her the release she wanted. 

Very soon, it did. Her pussy locked against my fingers as if she wanted to break them. Her legs clamped around my head, her nails dug into my triceps and her back heaved off the bed. Her whole body tightened into a powerful spasm and then, all at once, she collapsed into the bed. 

I pulled my drenched fingers out of her body and let her roll away. She murmured something incoherent and then she was asleep again. By the time I came back from the bathroom she was deep into her slumber. The only move she made was to curl up beside me when I lay down so she could rest her head on my chest. 

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I woke up to a warm kiss on my cheek the next morning. "You are a dirty old man." 

"Good morning dear. Did you sleep well?" 

Her tilted grin admitted what she wouldn't say. "Is that what you were trying to do? You decided to tuck me in with your tongue?" She laughed. "Who does that?"

"I thought it was a good idea at the time." 

"You think that's a good idea all the time because you like to eat me. You're nasty." 

"You're delicious." 

"You're crazy." There was another kiss on my cheek. "I'd love to reciprocate, but I have

to go to work." 

"No worries. You know where I live." 

She looked down at me shaking her head and smiling. There was warmth in her eyes that was missing the night before. It was exactly the look I was hoping to see. "I love you. Go back to bed." 

My lover got up and walked towards the door. I took in one long look at the perfect shape of her ass before I closed my eyes, curled up under the covers and passed out with her voice in my ear. 

"...and stop staring at my butt." 



Sleeping Beauty



I walk slowly down the hotel hallway, my eyes actively scanning all the room numbers, searching for your suite. As I near the far end of the long corridor, I finally see your room. I unlock the door quickly as I can, staying as quiet as I possibly can. As I walk in to the room, the darkness overwhelms me, hiding my body in the night shadows. I enter further, and hear the door slam shut behind me, echoing in the quiet room.

The only light I can see is from two small candles, flickering weakly on the night table. I see a faint sheen of bubbles still clinging to the side of the Jacuzzi tub; the air is still humid from the steam of the bath. There is a slight lemon smell to the air, reminiscent of soap and body oil.

I see you now, lying on the huge king sized bed, your damp strawberry-blonde hair spread out on the pillows, with a few strands still clinging sexily to your forehead. I approach the bed and can hear you softly breathing. Your body is lightly wrapped in a thigh-length terry-cloth robe, your chest rising and falling ever so slightly in slumber.

I softly untie your robe, exposing your naked body fully to me. I gaze in awe at the sight of your luscious, firm, full breasts, still pink and rosy from the deep searing heat of the bath. I rub my hand lightly down the entire length of your body, pausing for a moment on your hairless mound, caressing it ever so gently. I hear you moan slightly, your sleeping body quivering instinctively to my tender touch.

I trace my fingers down the rest of your body, and back up the inside of your toned thighs. I slide my fingers deftly across your moistening sex, tickling you, teasing you, preparing you. I hear you gasp loudly as I stroke you faster; I feel your skin ripple beneath my finger tips. When I smell your body excreting womanly juices, as I play with your nub, I know you are ready for me.

Quickly I undress myself, tossing my clothes nearly clear across the room in my haste to be with you, to be inside of you. I slowly and carefully climb on top of the bed, on top of you, straddling your legs. I feel how wet you are as my body meets yours. I smile slightly as I lean my body forward, and plunge deeply in to your awaiting body.

I can feel you waken. Your muscles tense and loosen as you struggle under my weight. I hear you gasp sharply as I slide in and out of your body. Your eyes struggle to focus as I hammer in to you, my strokes powerful and relentless. I feel your hands instinctively reach out and grab at me, gripping my sides, your nails digging in to my flesh, pulling me deeper and deeper inside you.

I hear your breathing becoming more and more labored, your lungs gasping for each breath. I feel your body flexing underneath me, your back arching, and your hips thrusting up to meet me as I plunge in to your eagerly awaiting body. I revel in the feeling of your hot wetness gripping me like a vise.

I feel myself becoming close. I feel your body shaking underneath me. I feel your sex tighten on me, sucking me into your endless depths. I hear the air being stolen from your lungs as your pleasure cascades like a waterfall through your body. I feel your teeth tighten on my shoulder, nearly drawing blood.

I thrust in to you only twice more, slamming myself in to you as deep as I possibly can, and explode in to you. I fill you deeply, my mouth hanging open as I spray my love in to your soaking cavity. More and more I shoot in to you, my waves of pleasure rolling on top of each other, never seeming to end.

Your deep brown eyes are locked on mine, watching me intensely as I pour my seed deep inside of you. You wrap your long, tan willowy legs around me, locking our bodies together, forcing me in even deeper.

You pull my face towards yours and kiss me hungrily, your tongue sliding across my teeth, exploring my mouth, and tickling my tonsils.

"Oh, I missed you so much." I hear you whisper as you smile up at me.

I smile back, kissing you deeply again. "I missed you too, my love."